At Least He Has Good Table Manners
Yesterday my husband left the house early, before Adam and I were awake, to have breakfast with a friend.
When Adam woke up, he asked where his daddy was.
"He's having breakfast with his friend, Mr. Adkins."
And, because lately we've been in the midst of teaching Adam how to say hello to someone, make eye contact, and even shake hands (you can never start too early)... I continued:
"If you were to meet Mr. Adkins you would say, Good morning, Mr. Adkins. It's nice to see you."
"NO! NO!" Adam exclaimed. "Adma say, Mr. Napkin. Wipe oss 'yo face!"