life in alaska

Last night I was trying to help Logan settle down and get to sleep (it's hard! there's a lot of excitement!) so I was sitting beside his bed, rubbing his head, doing sudoku with the other hand (thanks for getting me hooked, Ginny). We had several interesting conversations. After a good ten minutes of silence and stillness on his part I thought he was asleep, looked closer and saw his eyes were open. I thought maybe something was wrong, or maybe he was just thinking hard about something (maybe - in my pride - even something he had learned in vbs!) so I asked:

"Logan! Is something wrong? Are you okay? What are you thinking about?"
Logan - "Popeye."
Me - "What?"
Logan - "He's not really a sailor. But he's a lot of other things, and really strong."