We're trying to shape our wild little boy into a wild little boy with good manners. I know he'll never be spectacularly well behaved or cooperative. He's always going to be strong willed, and I want him to have the freedom and forum to voice those opinions, but hopefully after waiting for the right moment instead of bursting into the conversation. We're trying to teach him to be polite, thoughtful, and say please and thank you. However, he's picked up a few less than ideal words, as kids do from time to time, especially boys. He's now learned that we don't say stupid, shut up, or butt. This list will grow immensely, I'm sure. He is a little vocabulary police man. Anytime he hears anyone say one of those words, he immediately corrects them and continues to tell everyone else about it. Last week, Grandma slipped a "stupid" in front of the word police. For days we heard, "Grandma said stupid. That's not a nice word."
When Seth was changing his diaper over the weekend, a little diaper rash spurred this conversation:
Seth: (something like...) Hold on buddy, let me put this cream on your booty.
Carter: That's my butt.
Seth: No, Carter, that's your booty.
Carter: (after a thoughtful pause) Then where's my butt?
No one can say he's not listening and thinking about what we tell him.
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