Dallin: Who decides the measurements for the United States
Mom: Who?
Dallin: The Supreme Quart
Mom: ( “really, hmm the Supreme Court, wow, yeah makes sense. Wait a minute, that’s a joke.”) Ha, I get it! Good one Dallin
Emma: Mom, Porter is kind of naughty isn’t he.
Mom: Yeah, he can be sometimes
Emma: Yeah, he can be naughty. Except when my friends or someone he doesn’t know comes over, then he acts cute. All my friends think he’s cute.
Mom: Yeah, he is cute.
Emma: .....Maybe we should invite friends over more often.
Mom: (As in a disease?)
Mom: Good Morning Porter! You want waffles for breakfast? (places a plate of waffles in front of him)
Porter: No waffles! Yucky! (pushes his plate away, Emma tries to feed him some.) Emma!! (Porter screams and swats at her)
Mom: Emma, leave him alone please. (places the plate in front of Porter) Waffles are yummy, see? You can dip them in syrup.
Porter: No Waffles! Yucky! (pushes the plate away again and tantrums)
Daddy: (picks Porter and his chair up and takes him into the other room while the family continues with breakfast. After a few minutes, Daddy carries him back to the table.)
Porter: WEEEEEEE! Mom, I floating (eats his waffles happily)
Mom: Porter, here are some pears.
Porter: No Pears! Yucky! (Emma takes a piece of pear off of his plate and eats it)
Porter: Mom!....Emma! (Screams, points to Emma, gives her a look of death.)
Mom: Porter, it’s okay. Emma, don’t even look at him.
Porter: (Eats pears.) More Pears Pleeeeze. (Pears all gone)
Mom: (*sigh*)
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