Tact: Definitely Nurture, Not Nature

I never know what Preschool C is going to say. And that does give my life a sense of adventure. It can also be really really embarrassing. We've been working with him for awhile now on being nice when spoken to, and it seemed like he was getting better at it. He's an outgoing friendly little fellow...most of the time.
For example, we saw a friend from church this week. She said hello to us and Preschool C kept saying, "How do you know me? How do you know about my baby sister?" We got in our van and he finally recognized who it was. Then he said, "Hmmm. I didn't think I'd see her again." I asked him why and he said, "Cause, I thought she was about to die." Preschool C is fascinated with death and the subject of Heaven right now. But that's a whole other blog.
Then we went through the McDonald's drive-thru to feed my sweet tea obsession...it really is an obsession. The worker waved to him through his little van window. He yells, "Go away. Get back in there." She looked so sad. I thought I was going to melt into my seat. So we talked, all the way to the grocery store about being nice to others, hurtful words, and thinking before we speak. I thought we had made progress.
We got to the grocery store and Preschool C wanted to ride in those horrible carts that are like little trucks. You know, the carts that are totally impossible for mothers to drive, causing you to sideswipe innocent shoppers and knock off almost every corner shelf item as you blush and mumble apologies? Well, he was driving his little cart through the check out and the weekend manager starts talking about my little shopper that I had with me. And Preschool C begins to honk his "horn" and say, "Stop talking! Quit talking to my mom like that! Who do you think you are? Don't talk to my mom like that!" I smiled, bent down, and began to whisper various threats into Preschool C's ear to get him to just stop talking. Now.
Well, at least it wasn't as bad as a couple of weeks ago in Maurice's when he started telling everybody that I wasn't his mom...thank goodness they know me.
I got home and husband was in the recliner, holding my cuddly, smiling, ever-cheerful Baby T. My calm, sweet, predictable little girl. I told him that next time I run errands, I'm taking her!!
                                                                                                                                        K