Teaching manners is a big deal around here. I can not handle chomping, chewing with a mouth open, gulping, interrupting or lack of respect for others. I'm death on it. In the course of this week-end there has been a lot of manners and the lack of them on display.
I had to laugh when I overheard a conversation in the kitchen over the last glass of lemonade. It went something like this:
- Do you want that glass of lemonade?
- I don't know do you?
- If you want it, go ahead.
- No, no you may have it.
- No. It's ok. I don't need it. You have it.
- No. You may have it.
- I'm fine, I don't mind if you take it.
- No, no, I want you to have it.
This was not a conversation between Lucas and Eli but between Eli and Dad. The extent and duration (I didn't put it all in here) was amazing. The glass of lemonade, you may ask......still sitting in the middle of the counter for me to clean up. Males.
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