Perfect moms raise perfect children with perfect manners.
Bad moms try their best.
I think we’re getting a handle of “Please”, “Thank you”, and “Excuse me” around here. I’ve also stressed to my body-part lovin’ kids that we should say “toot” instead of “fart”. So far, so good, I thought.
But the other day Sydney was sitting on my lap when she tooted. I could feel it on my leg right through her pants.
“What do you say?” I queried.
The answer I was looking for was, “Excuse me.”
Instead, when I asked, “What do you say?”, Sydney replied: “Stinky!” Then she giggled of course!
