Dog to the Rescue

Portia likes to sleep with a dog that looks like this one. 

Portia: Mom, where's my dog?
Mom: Which one?
Portia: the salvation one. You know, with spots.

Out of the Mouths of Babes (OMB)

Palmer threw up at school today and had to come home. He was sad. I was sad, mostly because I couldn't run errands. However, after a shower, clean clothes, and a nap, he was just fine.

Palmer: Mom, do you know why I threw up today?
Mom: Probably because you weren't feeling well and had to get it out of you.
Palmer: Nope, I threw up because I was sick of work stations and wanted to read.


Portia: (while combing her hair after her shower) Mom, I gotta get all the nuts out of my hair (as opposed to knots).
Mom: Really? Why?
Portia: because otherwise I'll have squirrels who want to live in my hair.
Mom: okay. so let's comb your hair.
Portia: one of my friends at school said her hair gets a rats nest in it. I think i want squirrels instead of rats. They're cute.
Mom: how about we just keep your hair nice and clean and then no animals will live there?
Portia: okay. But maybe if it's clean, i could be a princess and wear make up.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

One of the interesting things about Portia attending preschool at the Church of Christ is the songs she comes home singing. They're all good lessons, just...interesting. Today, this was the conversation about her new song.

Dad: (after Palmer sang his song about the months of the year), Portia, did you learn any songs at school?
Portia: Yep. (getting out of her chair and with hands on hips, sways back and forth) "I don't want to be a hypocrite" (emphasis on the "hip") over and over.
Mom: Portia, are you a hypocrite?
P: No.
Dad: Is mommy a hypocrite?
P: No, but Daddy is.
Dad: Portia, what's a hypocrite?
P: It's an animal.

Good to know she's learning important life lessons in preschool.