LB and JC went to the dentist for the first time. Both sat very still and quietly while the techs cleaned their teeth, and they did everything they were instructed to do. LB even said "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dentist", which made me feel like I'm not a complete mothering failure. :)
It's nice to know that even though they give me shit, the message is still getting through, and I'm raising polite little boys.
Any other moms out there have those moments where you think to yourself, "holy crap, I did a good job"?
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Does this count? I took The Preschooler to his first week of Karate, where he is learning respect. At breakfast this morning he said, "this breakfast sucks, ma'am!"
So okay, we're working on it a little more ...
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