Sometimes I Wonder....

When we got into the car today to take the girls to school, I noticed that Porter had a bloody lip. When we got home I cleaned him up and asked him if he had bumped his lip on something. He kept saying something about a "pokey". So I told him to show me what he had bumped his lip on. He took me upstairs, into my shower and pointed at my razor! I don't think I ever want to see the thoughts that actually flit through his mind! I mean, seriously. What goes through his head that he doesn't act on? Wow.