A course in manners was needed, or so her parents thought.
Standing in front of the pantry
while yelling M&M’s PLEASE!!!! at the top of her lungs was not to be rewarded. And so, they
began to work on Excuse me.
She’s a fast learner, my delightful granddaughter. As her parents made sure to use the phrase
at every possible moment, she figured it out rather quickly. Pleasing the grown-ups is FlapJilly’s
favorite pastime; their smiles and congratulations on her polite asking brought joy to everyone.
But, would the work done in private translate to a social situation? She’s often a little shy when
there are others about, especially if some of them are men with great big loud deep voices.
Would she be brave enough to interrupt when others were watching?
The question was
answered last Sunday.
After a grueling weekend spent removing the old roof from the new house, Daddy and Papa and
Uncle were sprawled on FlapJilly’s couch, recuperating, paying minimal attention to anything but
their aches and pains. The tv was showing a sporting event of some sort; no one was paying
much attention. The conversation was desultory.
In strolled the little one. Gently, quietly, respectfully, she placed one tiny hand on her
Excuse me, Papa. I want some M&M’s, please.
Adorable, right? Perfect parenting, right? Imagine it with the please pronounced Peesh and the
joy is complete.
Yes, my dear. You may have all the M&M’s in the land. Polite behavior is always rewarded.
We’ll be there on Monday. I can hardly wait to be interrupted.