“I WANT my water!”
You name it, Little L has probable demanded it.
A tangerine, her water, a cookie. Something, anything. No hesitation for this child, when she wants something, she wants it now, and she won’t take lightly to being told she can’t have it.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” Is my stock answer.
“Please. I want my water.” She replies.
“Close, but you can do better. Can you ask me nicely?”
Her blank gaze speaks volumes. She said please. She did ask nicely. What more do I want?
“You say: ‘Please, can I have some water?'”
“Please I can have some water?” She asks again. If she were older the request would be accompanied with a roll of her pretty blue eyes and if it weren’t then she’d roll them when I answered.
“Oh! L! Thank you for asking so nicely. Of course you can have some water. Let me get you some!”
This exchange has been going on for weeks and I was starting to wonder if she would ever learn to ask nicely for anything without being prompted time and time again.
And then, this weekend, she looked at me sweetly and asked “Mommy, can I have some candy?”
Which would have been lovely and perfect… if it hadn’t been 9am at the time.