I write a lot about my children, but I try not to do too much open bragging about them. Instead, I like to keep it subtle and sprinkle my boastfulness in between the lines, so you’ll know how awesome my boys are without even noticing all the syrup you’re standing in.
Today, I am so overcome with pride I have to just cut loose and let the treacle fly. I hope you have a sweet tooth.
Our little Big Man has such excellent manners. I mean, lots of four-year-olds know to use good manners when speaking to adults, but it’s a whole different level of politeness to use manners when dealing with your brother.
We were riding in the car, when I heard Big Man address his big brother in the back. The object he needed must have been out of reach, so he asked his brother, “Will you please hand me that weapon?”
It did my heart good to know no one needed to prompt him to say please. What a little gentleman!
Also, no one in the car was wounded during the journey.
When the zombie apocalypse comes, I am confident my boys will be the most gracious battlers of the undead hordes. So you can see why I had to jettison my usual understatement today. Now you know why I couldn’t contain myself.
Great kids come from great parents. 🙂
I would never say such a thing myself, but I’m sure that’s right.
I’m sure you wouldn’t. 😉
Not in a million years.
Funny. And I know funny (and bragging) when I see it.
According to the laws of physics kids gotta be funny and dads gotta brag.
If every dad bragged the way you do, the world would be a lot funnier place.
You make a good point. I often find myself wondering why everyone is not more like me.
Would you please pass over that tourniquet, Dad? Next trip, Scott. I love the boys manners!
These boys will have to learn to make their own tourniquets. With all the weapons in the car, we have no room for pre-made first aid devices.
There could be a scout badge in that somehow, Scott. Maybe two. Politeness and crafts.
He’ll be going for the weapons all the time if he things there’s a prize in it.
Maybe Big Man has a future as a police negotiator. I could see him saying to a bank robber, “Will you please hand me that weapon?” and the crook being so startled by his politeness that he actually does it. That syrup is treacle-ing down your post, by the way. THANK YOU for getting my desk all sticky. 🙂
His brothers give him lots of practice in dealing with criminal minds.
I am VERY impressed, Scott! The apple, though, does not fall far from the tree. Just saying. The other day I helped two little girls, about 7 or 8 years old, to move a table back to their house. When delivered they began just to walk off. I then said, “Girls, did your parents not teach you how to say thank you?” It was only THEN they said thank you. So yes, you need to boast!! Boast away, my friend! ☺️
Well, I tried to stay humble for as long as I could, but the pride just overwhelms me sometimes. Thank you, Amy.
You are welcome, Scott. 😉
Love how polite he asked. Wondering though: What happens if he doesn’t get it? Mine are super polite and then drop one polite word after the other until it’s a clear “give me that!” order 😉
If asking nicely doesn’t work, it only makes sense to try something else.