My children, like all others, have come into the world with uncouth tendencies. Skyler demonstrated one yesterday--the joys of flatulence. I have tried very hard to get my children not to comment too gleefully on such bodily emissions, as I fear what will happen someday when we are in public and they, or others, demonstrate said tendencies. I know, it's probably futile, if for no other reason than that two of them are boys.
But anyway, I was very pleased with the fruits of my training yesterday. Skyler let out a little--ahem--toot--and looked up at me cheerfully. "'Cu' me!" he squealed.
"Yay!" I applauded him, mentally patting myself on the back for doing such a good job of culturing my littlest follower. "You said excuse me!"
Skyler trotted away, his little round face alight. "Rrrrrt," he growled in the lowest voice he could muster. "'Cu' me! Rrrrt! 'Cu' me!"