WHAT were you thinking?!

Occasionally, as parents, we have those moments where we are forced to step back and take a look at our child and wonder about their mental well-being.
I had one such moment on Friday night.
We had dinner and Hubby headed out to the gym, leaving me to handle kid clean-up and bedtime. I bathed Jordan and then put Logan in a hot shower, hoping the steam would help his congestion. While Logan showered, I nursed Jordan and put him to bed. It didn't take very long. Then, I went in to make sure Logan was properly washed up. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the curtain.
There sat Logan, in the shower spray, methodically taking bites of the SOAP!
Yes, BITES, plural, as in, one bite of nasty-tasting soap was apparently not enough. And we're not talking some yummy vanilla-scented soap or anything that could even remotely be mistaken for something edible, we're talking good old Dove for sensitive skin.
Shocked, I bellowed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! EATING SOAP?!"
His response?
"I'm spitting it out. I wanted to make it in little pieces."
I struggled to see the logic, but couldn't get over the fact that my kid was willingly putting soap in his mouth. Repeatedly.
GROSS!
Then, to make matters worse, he rubbed the water out of his eyes with his soap-caked hands. Screaming ensued. Fun.
So, in all, he bit and spit out about half the bar of soap.
See?



I still can't figure out why. I told Hubby and he was just as baffled. He quizzed Logan about it at the next bath time, and got no good answers as to why he would want to do it.

I just now asked him what it tasted like. He replied, "sewer."
I asked if he liked it. He said, "No."
I asked if he was going to bite the soap again. He said, "probably not, no."
I asked why he bit the soap. He said, "Because."
I asked if it was fun. He said, "No."

I just don't get it.