A friend stared at Hubby, stunned, as our son walked away. “That was unbelievable!”
How did you get your kid to be so polite?
Hubby, calm as ever, said, “I don’t give him a choice.”
We used to refer to our children as “the hyenas.” Little Wild Things having no grasp of manners, respect or, for that matter, reality. Neglect, abuse and terror combined to create the perfect hurricane of hatred and anger, expressed in the only communication device they knew: horrific behavior.
Now, though, in any group of children, ours are almost always the most polite-toward-parents with invariable reliability.
Acquaintances often ask our secret.
These people tend to be friends we’ve made in the last couple of years. They weren’t around for HellonEarth.
Our boy still deals with PTSD and ADHD issues, so I’m not claiming perfection. He tends to have an issue or two with impulse, most times…
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