Infant Introspections with Baby Logan

Every time I fly I look down at all the small people, tiny buildings, and wondrous fields of brown, green, and yellow below and ponder; what can I do to make the world a better place? How can I inspire others? How can I give back? But then... once I land I always end up just going back to crying incessantly for no reason, chewing on rubber giraffes, and pooping myself.

Every time I fly I look down at all the small people, tiny buildings, and wondrous fields of brown, green, and yellow below and ponder; what can I do to make the world a better place? How can I inspire others? How can I give back? But then… once I land I always end up just going back to crying incessantly for no reason, chewing on rubber giraffes, and pooping myself.

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