Where are Your Manners?
I can’t remember if I’ve told this story – which means that I’ve been blogging too long, I suppose.
Today, I was trying to think of a time when I laughed really long and hard. It seems like it has been far too long. And I remembered a time from when my daughter, Dimples was about 5 years old.
We were eating dinner at my in-laws’. They lived out of town at the time (or we lived out of town- depending on your perspective), so we did not eat there too frequently. In the middle of dinner, Dimples hopped out of her seat, and said, “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.”
Embarrassed by our daughter’s lack of manners, I quietly prompted, “Say, ‘May I please be excused?'”
A bit louder, “Say, ‘May I please be excused?'”
“Huh?” She looked at me quizzically.
Preparing myself for a Battle of the Wills that I really did not want to fight in front of the in-laws, but, more importantly, did not want to lose in front of the in-laws, I loudly and firmly said, “Say, ‘May I please be excused?'”
Dimples, a bit upset at my insistence, cocked her head, and said defiantly, “Why? I didn’t pass gas.”
My father-in-law burst into a guffaw as I dropped my fork, and my husband grinned. My mother-in-law smiled. Poor Dimples had no idea why we were laughing so hard.