Regardless of the source, we are benefitting from Seth's exposure to polite behavior.
Last week, we met Jim for an impromptu lunch at the golden arches. As we sat there in our sticky playplace booth, Seth carefully selected a french fry.
"Mommy, this is a french fry," he proclaimed to me. "It is de-wish-ous. Here, you have it!"
I took the fry, and gave it an enthusiastic taste, while Jim commended Seth on his generosity: "Buddy, thank you for sharing your fries with Mommy," to which Seth cheekily replied:
"Daddy, it was my pleasure!"
Too funny, let me tell you. Granted, he is as prone as the next three-year-old to throw a tantrum that will make you want to rip your ears off, but more often than not, he's pretty much the sweetest thing ever to be born.