Giving Miss Manners a run for her money

Since we've been spending a lot of time in bed these last couple of days, I've been feeling more and more like a punching bag. Not just from the little one inside, but from the big kid outside as well. When Logan needs to let off some steam, he gets very rambunctious, and what better place to do so, than on Mommy and Daddy's bed? He tumbles and jumps and kicks and punches and plays - all on my legs, my shoulders, my arms, my back, my belly. I'm just another (padded) gymnasium to this kid, I suppose.

I can usually see enough ahead to ward off most blows - but a couple of good ones slipped past me this weekend - head butts whipping around the corner at lightening speed that I didn't have enough time to prepare for. When a couple of those smacks to the head landed harder than the laughs could distract, we'd both look at each other a bit dazed, until I'd come to and say "Ow Logan!" and rub my forehead.

Surprisingly, Logan's face quickly softened, he'd say "Sorry Mommy" and then pull my head, with both his hands, toward his face to kiss the "Owie" and make it feel much better. And it actually did feel better.

He'd then lean his head toward my lips, expecting the same in return.

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Over the past week, I could have sworn I heard Logan say "Excuse me ..." and I thought naaaaah, I'm just HOPEFULLY dreaming my son is actually polite. But, we all know he's not. What toddler is, anyway?

But tonight, after dinner, he asked to get down from the table so he could finish watching his movie ("Logan's all done. Watch more TV please?"). We've been pretty lenient with him this weekend since he's been sick, and I think he knows it.

So, Jon washed his hands and he started his little trot down the hallway - only to run into Odin, the roadblock (who currently has a huge threatening cone on his head).

Normally, he yells at the dogs to "Go away dog!" or "Stay!" or something of that nature. But tonight was different. Tonight, he said "Excuse me, dog" as he slowly shuffled, back against the wall, behind and around Odin.

Jon turned to me and said, Did our son just say excuse me?

Yes, I think he did. Amazing, isn't it?

Where he picked it up from however, I've no clue.