A couple of Porterisms
A couple of tidbits from our Little Man.
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A rough trancription of a dream he had: I was at duh History Museum seeing duh World Serious trophy the Cardinals won when the stormtroopers [from Star Wars] came out of the walls. I was upstairs, but Popsicle Guy appeared to scare them off with Spider Man.
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Trish called me a week or so ago to ask me if I was at the wedding.
“What wedding?”
“Porter married his lucky frog [stuffed toy] and their babies are living at home.”
She handed the cell phone over to a very excited Porter (which he holds quite well).
“Hi Daddy! I got married at duh same place as you and Mommy did. To my lucky frog!”
“You did! Good for you partner”
“Was I at your wedding”
(Trish) “No, you weren’t born yet.”
“Oh. I came down from heaven on a hot parachute. I cleaned it up afterwards.
Call Bullfinch and get ‘hot parachute from heaven’ added to the list of creation myths.
Later that day in a separate train of thought he told Trish that the overflow hole in the bathroom sink is where the bees come from, but they only come out at midnight.