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Manner enforcement (and where’s my motorized scooter?)

October 22, 2009 by Shannon

For those of you who have inquired, we’re doing okay in light of the passing of Great Grandpa Bruce. There is a lot to be done yet, but much of it is on hold at the moment due to my mother-in-law’s terrible cold. Getting her back on the path to health is priority number one.

So by and large, we’re operating on a business-as-usual basis…aside from the writing and proofing of Bruce’s obituary and some other odds and ends. That means potty training is still underway, as is my quest to improve Kellan’s manners.

He does pretty well except for one specific area — he almost never uses the word “please” when asking for something. Case in point. The other day he said to me, “I want some water.” I had just opened my mouth to say, “Don’t forget your manners! Say please!” when he followed up his mannerless request with this gem: “I want some water, old lady.”

Hmm. So apparently, manners are not the only thing we have to work on. I am adding insults to the list as we speak…

By the way, this is about the thousandth time I’ve been referred to as an old lady this week. My father-in-law AND my husband keep saying stuff like, “Tell your grandma — I mean, mother — what you just found.” Or, “Where did Grand — I mean, Shannon — go?” I know I have about 40 new gray hairs sprouting out of my scalp every day, but really. It’s not like I’m riding around in a Rascal with my Medicaid receipts and mail-order catalog collection. Sheesh. Stop trying to age me before my time, people.

On the other hand, maybe I should take this as proof it’s time for another home hair coloring…