The Mother of Miss Manners
The other day, Nugget was at the sitter’s house and holding 4 crayons while coloring happily in her book.
The 3-year-old boy wanted some of her crayons. He tried to get one. She held them all firecely and said, “Peaaaaase!” (Please!)
He got frustrated and told the babysitter that Nugget would not let him have any crayons. The babysitter suggested he say “Please” as the Nugget had instructed.
Of course, the 3-year-old did not want to give in. He sat there and sat there and fumed. Finally, the desire to have a crayon overcame him.
He approached the Nugget and said, “Can I please have a crayon?” She handed him yellow. He wanted purple. She clung to purple with her small hands.
Most everyone knows not to get between the Nugget and a purple crayon.
The babysitter said, “you had better take the crayon that the Nugget is offering you. She might not offer it again.”
There you have it. My daughter is a budding Miss Manners at the tender age of 16 months.