But for the longest time he absolutely refused to say, "please". And I mean refused. I would calmly ask him to "say please" when he wanted something and he would throw an all out tantrum. It was kind of comical, because when I did give him what he wanted, he would calm down and sweetly say, "Dee Doo!"
There's a pleading face, if I've ever seen one. |
Tonight at dinner, he held his empty cup out to HH and said (without prompting), "Mo, pease?"
And that was my Joyful Moment.
Because manners matter.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments with all the proper etiquette!
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My joy today was going to Greg & Sally's open house. Awesome to be with dear friends, who are more like family than friends, including Art & Sandy, and, of course, real family - the Whitakers. Wish you'd been there too, as I know you wish.
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