Yes, ma'am.
Yes, sir.
No, ma'am.
No, sir.
My kids say it all the time now. And rarely with attitude. Because that is what they are expected to say here. Without attitude. And without question. Lizzi started it first in our family, but her math teacher has high expectations for her students and isn't afraid to tell them how it is (have I mentioned we love Lizzi's math teacher?). But now even the boys and Sariah do it, too. There was a family in our ward in Norman whose kids said these very politely, even to Mom and Dad (yes, they lived in Georgia), and we wanted our kids to learn how to do it, but it just never came together. Maybe it's that whole "it takes a village" thing, because now our kids know what is expected of them. It's completely awesome.
It was also awesome in Wal-Mart when the checker told one of the kids, in a very Southern drawl, to get busy loading her mama's cart. Yeah, that was awesome, too.
I know we need to be expecting and fostering this respect from our kids regularly, but sometimes I get so tired of ... the endless battle. It's nice to be backed up. And a whole heck of a lot easier to return respect for respect.
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