Work

Logan brushed off his cuduroy jacket and put a very buisnesslike look on his face. "I'm going to work," he said. He had his hair wet down and combed back. He looked official.

He walked outside and began working with his toy trucks, moving dirt around and building cities. He did this on more than one occasion.

I would stare out the window at him until mom eventually dressed me and let me go, too. I tried to stay out of Logan's way. At least, I think I did. I'm not sure.

Logan got his nice jacket dirty when he went to work. It was khaki, so mom had to wash it really well before he used it again.

He always got up really early, like a regular working person would. I wonder if he ever finished building whatever he was trying to build. It seemed really important.