As a mother, one of my hats is as etiquette doyenne of the home. It is up to me to ensure that my children enter the world with manners and decorum. This usually takes place at the table and involves conversations such as this, “Elbows off the table.” or “Hands to your mouth; you’re not a pig slurping out of the trough.” or the much favored “Hannah, Hannah, strong and able, get your elbows off the table.” I don’t say these comments nearly as often as I actually see the offenses. I would become exceedingly bored under those circumstances.
The other day LightGirl and I went out to lunch. We were having a lovely conversation over bruschetta (me) and meat calzone (her). All of a sudden she burst out with, “MOM! Where have your manners gone??!! Please take your elbows off the table.” She was correct. I was sitting at the table, with my elbow firmly planted. My reply? A breezy, “Oh, I must have lost them last week.” And we both giggled.
She’s having a lot of fun telling on me to anyone who will listen.