So Don't ask how it started, because it was completely platonic. I swear. AnywAyz... Luke and I got into a wee wrestling match at the casa tonight. My nose itched...in a BAD, gimme-a-gummybear-or-I'll-punch-you-I'm-on-a-diet-sorta way. Luke had me pinned on the floor so I couldn't even reach my hand to my face. I cried out to Porter, "Porter! Come scratch my nose. PLEASE PLEASE!" To which he responded, "Not tonight, Mom. Not tonight."