I don't even have to ask who did that. I can tell by the workmanship.
A Haitian comes to visit with a bad gash on her leg...
"Hmmm, that needs cleaned." Kari says....."Lo-o--ogan! Calling Dr. Logan!"
Out he comes, carrying the tools of the trade.
And nothing makes him woozy. If anything I think he finds it fascinating.
He knows better than anyone where to find the proper cure for the proper ailment.
If we need Neosporin or Iodine wash, gauze, a back rub, aspirin, cough medicine or just a simple Band-Aid with some tender loving care. It's Dr. Logan to the rescue.
Yep. That's my boy. His uncle is a doctor. A good one too, or so I hear. I'm thinking about pulling some strings to buy him a good stethoscope.