The teacher in my son's daycare, 4 year old room I think, was telling me that he was the most polite child in the room. While she was telling me this, and I was struggling to understand, DS decided that he had been ignored long enough.
He started yelling 'EXCUSE ME' at the teacher at top volume, as he got up right next to her and continued even as she said 'wait a minute honey...I'm almost done talking to mommy'
In my imagination he almost climbed up on her feet and pulled her down to his level by her hair. He didn't but it had that insistient feeling and I was so embarassed.
Me: How can you say he's polite? He isn't giving you an inch of space?
Her: Because he never forgets to say 'Excuse Me.'
Me: (meekly) oh
Part of the reason I had originally agreed to working and having our son in daycare is that I had the idea that my social skills were poor, and that by throwing DS in with 'normal' kids and 'normal' adults from an early age he would learn to navigate a wider range of social circumstances than I did. I was a great beliver in 'nurture' back then. Not so much since that day, though.
((shrugs and more shrugs))
Grinity
