Tuesday, November 6, 2012
We pride ourself on our manners in the Kopp household. Our P's and Q's are of utmost concern. But, as with all things child related, things sometime backfire on you. Last night, Arianna was chocking down the last few bites of her beans. "One more bite and you can be all done," I told her. She grimmaced as she shoveled the last spoonful in reluctantly. "Ok," I said. "Now where does your plate go?" I was expecting her to get up and put it in the sink to be washed. Instead, she looked at me confused for a moment, then spit out the entire mouth full of half chewed beans. "What are you doing?" I demanded. "I can't talk with my mouth full, Daddy." She said with authority. She had a point. How was she supposed to respond to my question (polite) with a mouth full of food (impolite). I had nothing in response. Just a fit full of internal laughter.
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