On the one hand, we’re kind of blessed in that our boys are, more often than not, polite.  It’s bizarre, but they actually say please and thank you, and every once in a while they remember to say “excuse me” when interrupting us.  Of course they do this with painful regularity, stretching the bounds of polite interference, but if they get the form right, then who are we to complain?  I mean, if you’re so used to responding to a kid throwing a tantrum and laying down the law when they’re rude, then how do you say “no” when they say, “Hey Daddy, can I please have just one jelly bean?”  And then, “Please, Daddy, Please, one more?”  Or when you’re trying to read a book, and Dexter says, while pointing at a model airplane on the top of a bookcase nearby – “Excuse me, Daddy, but is that an airplane?”  And then, 5 seconds later, “Excuse me, Daddy, where’s the other wing?  I can see one wing, but not the other wing?”  And then, “excuse me, Daddy, where are the workers?”  And then, “Excuse me, Daddy, maybe we can take it down stairs and zoom it?”  I never thought my kids being polite would turn out to be so irritating…

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