|The face of impending mischief|
Like any decent, apparently French parents, we realized that, while the antics are entirely typical of toddlerdom, we need to start expecting more Miss Manners and less Machiavelli. As expected, our results have been splendid so far . . . for example, witness the following conversation between the AH & Master P, as son attempts to harass father into handing over yet another slice of dinnertime (organic hormone-free fun-free) cheese:
Master P: "Cheese, no!" (meaning "now", we think?)
The AH, trying not to laugh: "Master P, can you say - 'May I please have some cheese?'"
MasterP, after pausing briefly for stern reflection: "Cheese, NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
|Mischief in action, escaping the dread dinner table|
Clearly our first mistake was in forgetting that cardinal rule of lawyers - don't ask a question to which you don't already know the answer.
Which is my way of saying - please send help, either in the form of a top litigator or Emily Post. Pretty please?