My wife and I try to teach our children manners and respect for others. Occasionally, our lessons don’t turn out quite like we anticipate.
In a recent storm, the wind blew our plastic trash can into our elderly neighbor’s yard. “Miss” Mae is in her eighties and is one of the sweetest ladies you’ll ever meet. Good neighbor that she is, she rescued the can and set it in a safe place until I could retrieve it.
When my three-year-old and I went over, we stood and talked with her for several minutes. Preparing to depart, I looked at Dylan and said “Say ‘Thank you, Miss Mae’.” To which my neighbor meekly responded, “Thank you.”