Why is it that everything we try to teach our children happens to be an opportunity for them to exert their autonomy and be oppositional, whereas everything they learn in school is the gospel truth? Case in point; ever since we had Matthew we have been drilling manners into him: please, thank you, hello, goodbye, fine thank you, sorry, excuse me, look at people when they address you, etc, etc. Half the time when other people talk to Matthew I want to bury my head in the sand because he is so rude. This week's theme at preschool? Manners. Suddenly he's the expert on manners. "Wu not say tank wu, mommy." Uh huh. "That's because I said 'have a good day' instead."
Case in point with Ayden; ever since we had Ayden I've been trying to instill an awareness of taking care of the environment. This week at school he is studying recycling and composting and suddenly he's gone from litter bug to scorning the garbage truck and picking up other peoples' litter (used beer bottles on the way home from school today...how do you say 'you're on the right track but don't pick up those?')
And while we're on the topic of picking things up...why don't people pick up their dog poo? Just because it is a public trail, or a snowbank, doesn't absolve you of your responsibility to pick up your dog's poop. You don't want to pick up poop? Don't get a dog. I don't want my kids walking in it. Poopheads.
To those of you who DO pick up your dog's poop: THANK YOU.