On the way home from school, Porter let me in on a little secret...and I must say, it made me feel really good inside because it seems the older he gets, the more private he becomes.
He told me that he had found a note in his desk. From a secret admirer. AND it had girly handwriting.
He asked why anyone would want to do a thing like that, and I told him because he just happens to be a very likeable, sweet, handsome young man...and then he smiled and blushed.
I asked him if he knew who it was from and he said, no.
I then asked him if he had brought it home with him and if I could check it out.
He replied, "Nope. I ripped it into little pieces and then put it into the recycle bin."
Yes. I laughed outloud.
Hey, at least I have a likeable, sweet, handsome, environmentally conscious son.
