Porter: That's what chicken butt. (insert insane laughter)
If I have this exchange one more time I'm going to lose my ever loving mind. Thank you Bryce.
Also, I bought a bag of fun size candy bars as a special treat for our camping trip. We didn't end up eating many, so now they are in my kitchen cabinet. I don't buy things like that often, and Porter surely knows exactly where they are. He asked me this morning if he could have one. I said no, but he could have one after dinner if he was good. And then two minutes later, I walked into the kitchen and found him on the kitchen counter, bag in hand, a candy bar hanging out of his mouth. This kind of disobedience drives me mad, and I FREAKED OUT. After a lengthy stint in his room and yelling and talking and all that, he said he was sorry, but honestly I got the feeling that deep down it had all been worth it to him. I'm not sure what to do with that.
But it did get me thinking. Who took my sweet little boy and replaced him with this dirty, cheeky four year old??