Sometimes, they are so naughty that I can't figure out what is going on in their
Sometimes, it is so sweet and thoughtful that I can't figure out what I did right.
As was the case this morning.
My husband got up this morning (he is off today. In 6 more weeks, he'll get another Saturday off!) and made breakfast.
*For those of you that know my husband in any way, I will calmly wait while you pick yourself up off the floor*
We were all sitting at the table, enjoying a family breakfast of eggs, sausage and toast.
Jeven says "May I have some more sausage, please?"
Judd and I look at each other.
"What was THAT?!" Politeness? Niceness? At the kitchen table? How can this be? Did our constant drilling and correcting finally make a difference? What DO we do?
Before we can answer our awesomely polite young man, we hear:
"So, you gonna pass me the sausage or what?"
I have to be honest, we actually sighed a little with relief. We were now back on familiar ground.
*Judd wanted me to make sure I let everyone know that the breakfast was delicious*
*I would like to let everyone know that although he made breakfast, I still had to clean up the kitchen. Even with a new dishwasher, it still is not my favorite thing to do. Seemed a little unfair that when I cook, I clean up. Shouldn't it be the same rule when he cleans? Yes, I think so too*