Like father, like son

How do I know Porter is definitely Andy's son (aside from the widow's peak and crooked pinkies)? Read on.

One of the many rocks in our yard made it inside the house thanks to our rock and dirt loving little guy. When he showed it to me, I asked Porter to tell me about it. And he replied, "It's kinda brown, like maybe ham or meat or bacon." That, paired wit a discussion about baking soda (we were making cookies) that included an argument about it not being baking soda because "It's not brown like Dr. Pepper," leave me no doubt that I have a mini-Andy on my hands.