I try to instill in my children how important it is to have character.
And I've explained to them that means: doing the right thing even when no one is looking. I go a bit further and remind them that God is always watching, even when other people aren't.
Reese is figuring that out. The other two still try and sneak around just trying not to get caught at times.
Another one of Tate's lovely table manners (besides noodle stuffing)is dipping/putting his food in his drink. Just one more reason no one in the family will share a drink with him. Ever.
For some reason that container of liquid is a huge temptation for him and in goes his noodles, hot dogs, salad, etc. And out comes milky, watery, kool-aidy fingers.
Tonight was a quick hodge podge supper before I had to dash the girls off to choir practice. Drue chose PB&J, Reese chose turkey cheese dogs, and Tate chose grilled cheese.
He wolfed down his sandwich and was still hungry. So I relented to him having a few cinnamon graham crackers as well.
I was standing by the sink and happened to look over at him just in time to see his little hand holding a graham cracker poised above his cup of milk. A graham cracker dipped in milk doesn't sound so bad. But he would probably saturate it and pull it back out so quickly that the soggy mess would fling all over the walls.
I simply said (in my motherly warning tone): "Tate....".
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, then gave me a little grin and pointed behind me and said, "Face your head that way."
Actually, he thinks the word your has an "s" on the end, so what he actually said was, "Face yours head that way."
Back to the character lessons.