Manners

Marcus, Connor, and I went out this evening to do some fun things on Memorial Day as well as have a family home evening activity. I'll spare you all the boring details, but I have been ranting and raving to Marcus all night about how rude a lot of kids are now days. I swear, manners (of any sort) are a thing of the past for most people. I know that my little Connor is far from being well-behaved a lot of the time, but I am trying to teach him and hopefully when he's a bit older he'll have some basics down...like:

-not hitting two year-olds (especially when you're 10)
-not throwing them (literally) off of a slide ladder
-not purposely trying to jump on their heads
-not totally ramming into a pregnant lady's belly and then acting ticked off like it was her fault for standing there (even though you shouldn't have been running around like a crazy person to begin with)
-not swearing, belching, and farting as other kids walk by on playground equipment(especially when you're an 8 year old girl)

Let me just say I learned something about myself today, and that is that I really do not have very much patience when it comes to blatantly rude children who definitely are old enough to know better. I have even less patience when thinking about some of their parents who were standing by watching the entire time and seemed not to care at all.