My baby girl is 2 3/4 years old. It was probably on her 21st day that I started talking about manners. I know, I know – a bit early. But really, is it ever too early for manners?
I grew up with a grandma that would never allow gross behavior – for girls. It was fine if my brothers or boy cousins made gross noises with their body but gawd forbid I do. At my house, it was never okay for my brothers to toot in front of me. If they did, they got in trouble. It just never happened. This is still the rule around here. Except for a few accidental (typically while laughing) situations, I’ve never heard a toot from anyone in my family … except Glory.
She’s a tooter, for sure. I can say that now because she’s only 2 3/4 years old. She’s the first to let you know she toots and she always says, “scoo me”. She doesn’t laugh at it. She hardly cares. She responds the same way when she burps. She’s a little lady. My grandma would be so proud!
The other night, I walked in to the kitchen to this disturbing site. My grandmother is rolling in her grave. – mostly because I grabbed my camera and tried to hold still through my laughter. I blame Yeager. She must have seen him do this. It wasn’t me. First of all, I would never let my manners down long enough to do something so unlady like. And because I would never allow milk that close to my lips.
Back to the drawing board.