Last night Tate was in his high chair eating his dinner. Glenn let out a loud burp and Tate immediately prompted him, "Excuse me."
I couldn't help but smile. Glenn just glared at me. That last thing Glenn wants is someone else to bug him about manners and such. I think it's wonderful. Good job, Tate.
6 comments:
ha! take that, glenn! you know you better use your manners when your tiny little man is correcting you!
A man should be allowed to burp in his own kitchen. Heck, I can walk around necked in there, so why can't I burp? And he poops his pants several times a day, so who is he to judge?
Tate will learn. I'm not too concerned.
When we are grown ups we should know to use good manner all the time. There is no place ok for the free release of gases around other people. Just step into the bathroom or out the door. Maybe just enjoy them by yourself. I still love you though!
Ha! I think the comments are just as entertaining as your post! Love you guys!
Good job Tate. If the wife can't keep the husband civilized she must employ other means. My children are trained to exclaim, "DADDY" for all obscene and vulgar behavior by their father. It works for safety too. Screaming, "PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT DADDY!!!" has been rather effective because it's so annoying. And I don't have to say a word. Not one single word. But I still get the glare!
Love it.
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