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Manners for Boys

He was licking his plate like a dog last night. Sleepy is only five and has a hard time keeping his mouth closed while he chews his food. Every single night at the dinner table, I must teach my sons good table manners. So far, Bashful and Grumpy have managed to take my advice and chew with their mouths closed, but occasionally I will see Grumpy smear his messy fingers across the tablecloth or his pants unaware of the napkins right in front of him. If I must leave the table to feed the baby, I will go into the living room and listen to the conversation they have with their father. Sometimes it is hard to hear them talk over the chewing of their little brothers, Sleepy and Happy. Last night, I offered applesauce as a side dish. Sleepy had poured some out of the jar, but a little had slidden down over the side. Out comes his tongue and he has almost touched the jar with his germ-infested mouth when I yell, "Eeeeerrrrrr! Stop right there! You do NOT lick the jar, kiddo!" Even Grumpy, later on, took the fork he had been using and dipped it into the jar of applesauce to eat from it. "Aaaaahhhh! I'm surrounded by barbarians!" This and teaching them to put the seat down will be a never-ending process.

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striving... said…
It is not just boys, my lovely young ladies enjoy showing their food, ugh! I always say I hope God blesses them with little boys, because their since of humor is so much "boy!"
January 18, 2008 at 10:06 PM
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