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I invest a good deal of energy in teaching my kids to be polite and respectful.
Apparently I might just as well have spent all that time doing macrame, based on how well my children have internalized these teachings.
Today was the year-end performance for Iz's music class at school. During the introduction to one of the songs, the teacher pulled out a ukelele, and mentioned that the teeny guitars are from Hawaii.
Iz, loudly, and with neither a raised hand nor an "excuse me": "Actually, ukeleles aren't originally from Hawaii. They were brought there by the Portuguese."
Now, I am pleased that our girl knows something about her grandfather's culture. But it is too bad that my dad was changing the video tape when this happened, or he'd have had a nice shot of mortified me sinking through the floor.