Porter: j/k

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!"