Emma has become Little Ms. Manners.
Anytime I sneeze, I hear a tiny "Bess you, Mommy!". If she needs to get past you in a tight spot, "Excoose me! Scoose me!". If she wants something, "Peese!" and if you give it to her, "Tank you!".
I hardly know what to think other than "Hot damn! The manners are working on someone!"
And that makes me very happy, indeed.
Now if we could just get her to stop flipping her bowls of food upside down onto the table when she's "done" with them, or chewing up apples and spitting out the skin everywhere...ahhhh! That would be living'!