Good Manners

Thursday night, I was washing dishes while listening to C-Span radio. It must be something that I ate at dinner that did not agree with me and I was totally engrossed in the radio segments. I felt something "airy" escape me with not-so-subtle an announcement. Thomas, painting at the dinner table next to the kitchen, raised his head and said: "Mommy, that's very impolite. You need to say excuse me when that happens". I blushed and sheepishly said: "Excuse me". "That's good. Look, Mommy. I am teaching you good manners. You need to work on it. Pretty soon you will have really great manners and all your friends will love you". My mouth opened, but no words came out. I shake my head and said: " Yes. Thomas. Thank you". "You are welcome". He did not even raise his head from his art project.

I told myself under my breath: "You should see this coming".