I was just going through the notes on my phone and found scripts of tons of funny little things you've said over the past several months. Here are a few of my favorites . . .
Once when I thought you had enough iPad and tv time, I told you no more screens. You then went around the house saying,
"Mom, the WINDOW has a screen. The CAMERA has a screen."
You little smarty pants.
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Telling me about the cartoon called Oscar.
Porter: "Oscar tries to jump over her sister."
Mommy: "Porter, Oscar's a boy."
Porter: "No. Oscar's a LIZARD."
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Out of nowhere . . .
"Mom, last time I had a bumpy poop AND I saw a bumpy rock! That's a story called 'Bumpy Poop, Bumpy Rock.' It's a story, Mom. And it's from Kevin Henkes."
You went through a phase where whenever you got sad, you would tell me, "My eyes aren't cute anymore."
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You said this one while we were driving once. I'm pretty sure I pulled over right away to write it down:
"I don't wanna get married. If someone marries me, I will sneeze at their face."
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Porter (in an angry voice): My shoe is so INTERESTING!!!
You get "interesting" and "frustrating" mixed up. You still do this all the time. I've corrected you several times, but usually I just smile because it's so darn cute when you shout about how interesting things are!
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When we were shopping at the store, you and I snuck a painting book in the cart for Lucy's birthday present without her seeing it. We giggled about it being our little secret. Then you said with a giggle, "Lucy, we have no painting book for you!" Shocked, I scolded, "Porter!" Then you whispered to me, "I said NO painting book!" Then you giggled conspiratorially. I couldn't help but laugh at your idea of sneakiness!
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Porter: "Something's getting on me like Daddy!"
Mommy: "What is it?"
Porter: "It's like string pokin' out. It's straight. It's poppin' out!"
(You just discovered your arm hair)
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For a while last summer, whenever we were in public, you would double check that I was your mom by asking, "Do you live with Porter?" This happened over and over. When you were in swimming lessons, and I'd come to the edge of the pool to get you out, you'd shout, "I live with ya!" and run over to me.
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We were getting some Get Well cards/pictures ready to send to Uncle Jeff. I had you sign your name, then you said, "I have a good idea. We can write, STOP BEING SICK!"
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At Christmas time . . .
Porter: "I don't want to see Santa Claus. How about I just say what I want and the Holy Ghost can hear it and tell Santa what I want?"
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Daddy and I took you to the Forgotten Carols production this year at Christmas time. Not knowing how traffic would be, we ended up arriving an hour early. Then we had this lovely conversation in the parking lot. . .
Porter: "Why are we sitting here?"
Mommy: "We're early."
Porter (confused): "Are we late?"
Mommy: "No. We're early."
Porter: "What does that mean?"
Yikes! My new year's resolution is now PUNCTUALITY - so my kids will know what the word early means.
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Watching the Super Bowl pregame show with Daddy . . .
Porter: "I know how to play football. You hug someone then push."
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A few months ago, you colored this picture, laughing the whole time. Finally you called me over to see what was so funny. You explained, "They're eating the fuzzy stuff from the drying machine!" (aka, the lint screen from the dryer!)
