Nathan took me out for a Valentine's dinner last night to House of Kobe (like Bennihana's) and we took Logan along. He decided he didn't like our chef or the fancy tricks he would do. Every time a chef in the room lit his grill on fire, Logan would scream and start crying. Poor little guy. That stranger anxiety must be kicking in now. He was not happy.
He held my finger the whole ride home. Is it bad to want to cuddle him for the rest of his life?