Posted By Daisy
It seems I talk funny, and it’s rubbing off on my kid. It is good proof that instructing by example actually works. Mind you, the Bear is not always unfailingly polite because, after all, he is four. And a boy. But NOTHING is more adorable to potential babysitters than hearing him pipe up with “Excuse me ladies, I’ll be back in a moment.” They melt, I tell you. They practically beg to pay ME for the honor of watching him. I’m so very glad he has learned to put his best foot forward when company is around. There will be time for these babysitters to become acquainted with….well, let’s call them his more “challenging” behaviors. But by golly that first impression makes a difference.
Lest some of you protest I am raising a child who is vulnerable to getting beaten up for his Victorian speech patterns, we do mix it up. Somehow the combination of prissy talk with scatology is uniquely hilarious at this age. I am not above, at bath-time lets say, stage-whispering: “Pardon me, Mr. Froggie, but I could not help but notice you have pooped in our tub. I do not mean to embarrass you, but I do ask that you make use of the potty we have provided. Our other guests would appreciate it.”
He’ll have plenty of models of other communication styles, but from mommy he will continue to learn to talk like a prissy-pants. I’m not being disingenuous for the sake of promoting manners, either. I just happen to talk funny.