Manners, what manners?

What do you have a problem with mama?  The hat at the table?  Laughing with my mouth full?  The truck that is loaded up with my milk?  What?!  I’m TWO!  At least my ELBOWS aren’t on the table!

About halalamama

I am a new mother to a beautiful baby boy. My husband and I walk each day, still learning about each other, and navigating the beauty of parenting in an American - African, Catholic - Muslim marriage.
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One Response to Manners, what manners?

  1. Oh, honey. Wait until he’s at the table. With a real cup. Just go ahead and wallpaper the room in Bounty paper towels. It’s a blast!