Jack and I have tried to be very conscientious in teaching our girls their manners. The world is full of rude and snide inhabitants. Maliciousness is so passé .
The are however, some teeny tiny refinements that we’ll have to work on as they continue to age.
It’s my fault really. I imagine that it started when I taught my greyhound, Clay, to climb up on the armchair. It’s been his very own for nearly a decade. I can’t tell him to get down now!
So it didn’t take long for my girls to learn that I’ve got a pretty relaxed attitude about furniture, especially since we got all of ours for free. It’s nothing pretty–it clashes terribly–but it’s comfortable and man is it fun to jump on.
It wouldn’t be so bad except that this weekend, Evie started recruiting her cousin to leap from their great-grandma’s couch.
At least she says Please, Thank You, Excuse Me and Bless You. I probably should have nipped it in the bud when she first started. Oh, well. It could be a lot worse.
