Last night, I'm lying in bed and I have a sudden fear that Porter will get lost in a store and when someone wanting to help asks him information about himself he won't know. It's about 11:30 and this is our dialogue:
Mommy: Porter, are you awake?
Porter: Uh-huh
Mommy: What's your name?
Porter: PohtaBawns
(hmmm,not sure anyone would understand that)
Mommy: How old are you?
Porter: This many.
Mommy: How old is that?
Porter: Free
Mommy: What is your name again?
Porter: No
Mommy: Your name is No?
Porter: Yes.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Labels: Porter/Brooklyn Says
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1 witty remarks:
That's hysterical Jill!!! I would totally do something like that.
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