You’ll all get a kick out of this.
I’m in a dressing room at Target with Porter, trying on some “real waist” maternity pants as many of my dress pants are getting snug. (Ugh… only 10 weeks pregnant… WHAT IS UP WITH THAT??).
I start to try on one pair. Take off my pants.
Porter walks over, and in his loud, sweet voice says “Mama PENIS!”
I about convulse. I try to hush him. “No. No Porter… mama doesn’t HAVE a penis! Boys have penises, remember?”
Porter is unfazed. “Mama Gy-NA!?”
I nearly gag. I whisper-yell to him “Yes. YES Porter. Mama has a gyna.”
OMG. Thats what I get for being strait up with a one year old.
And, you’ll love this as well. Last night Ryan turned on a game on tv. Porter says something that sounds quite close to “Oh Damn!”
We both look at each other… “Uh….” So, we try to get him to say things that ‘might’ have been what he was saying. “Porter… say Oh! Game!” (nope) “Porter, say Oh! Man!” (nope)
I say to Ryan…”Hmm… look what he picked up the last time you watched a game with him around….”
And, today we’re in the checkout line at Target. He drops his matchbox Jeep. “Oh Damn!”
Thats all I can figure it out to be. I have no clue.