We’re trying to train our girls about some of the finer points of politeness. Lately we’ve been working on decreasing the frequency and volume of non-emergency interruptions. It’s been tough, but both girls starting to take interrupting quite seriously.
So here’s a conversation I had with Tasha this week:
Tasha (highly indignant): Mom! Mom! Charlotte is interrupting me!
Me: Oh, dear. What were you doing that she was interrupting?
Tasha (earnestly): I was praying. And she keeps interrupting. I’m serious!
Me (obviously not getting the seriousness yet): That’s strange. What were you praying about?
Tasha: I was praying that she would stop interrupting me.
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