the gray cart punishment

Oh toddlers. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em. Porter is truly the sweetest little boy. Most of the time. But he can also drive us a bit bonkers with his very persistent and very stubborn little toddler attitude. The other day Dan was trying to get Porter ready to go to the grocery store. Dan tried to change his diaper and Porter squirmed around like a fish. Dan tried to help him put his shoes on and Porter cried and said his feet were "broke." Dan tried to zip up his fleece hoodie and he threw his little two year old self on our dirty hardwood floors. It was at this point that mean ole daddy couldn't take it anymore. He locked eyes with Porter and pointed his mean ole daddy finger right in front of Porter's face and in his most serious mean ole daddy voice said ... "when we get to the store, we're getting a gray cart. Not a blue race car. Just a gray cart." 

I was sitting nearby, nursing Keller at the time, and tears were streaming down my cheeks because I was laughing so hard. I'm pretty sure this will be one of those stories that is only funny to me, as Porter's mom. But it was just too perfect. I mean, to make a kid sit in an old gray shopping cart instead of getting to turn the steering wheel in a shiny blue race car ... Porter was obviously in biiiiig trouble. ;)