There’ nothing like having a toddler who imitaes you to see clearly your own shortcomings. Today at dinner Chris burped at the dinner table, Zoe laughed and immediately tried to immitate the sound, “errrp, braaap, bwerrp.” I tried to stifle my laugh and tried to explain why we say “excuse me” after burping. Chris stifled his own laughs and apologized for not being the best model.
It gets me thinking. I’ve never bought the sentimental crap that love means never having to say you’re sorry. If anything, love means being more willing to say – and mean – you’re sorry, rather than getting defensive or make excuses. Love does, however, provide a bit of leeway when it comes to remembering to say “excuse me” after certain bodily functions.
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