I got to work this morning and had an email waiting in my inbox from Jamie:
Today as we were driving through the parking lot at the day care, I coughed. M said (his version of) “bless you, daddy.” I said thanks but he didn’t hear me, so he said it again: “bless you, daddy.” I told him thank you so that he could hear, and parked the car. Then I turned around and put my hand on his leg and told him that he was being very polite and that he was doing a great job at it. And what did he say? “Thank you, daddy.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. -J
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Such a sweet, polite little man!
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