We are getting ready to put the kids to bed.
(And Porter HAS to have someone carry him to bed - tradition.)
I'm finishing up at the computer...
Porter: "Mom, will you PLEASE carry me down to bed?"
(followed by lots of pulling on my arm)
Mom: "Oh, alright. Only if you say 'pretty please'."
Porter: "Pretty Please."
(followed by cheesiest grin ever)
Mom: "...and a cherry on top."
Porter: "And a cherry on top."
I get up to take him downstairs.
Dane: "Porter, make sure you tell her about the worm in the cherry."
Porter: whispers-- "Mom, there's a worm in the cherry."
Mom: "Oh, that's too bad."
I go back to sit at my desk.
Porter grabs my arm:
"There's no worm in the cherry!"
Mom: "Oh, good!"