Manners Matter

Jackson and I were in the mall last night killing time and looking at the little boys’ clothes. As he followed me back and forth through the clothes racks I heard Jack stop to talk to someone.

“Oh, es-cuse me!” he said. “Dat’s my fault. Please es-cuse me, sir!”

Tickled pink that my many months of manners lessons had finally paid off, I turned to see who it was Jackson had bumped into… and found him apologizing profusely to a headless mannequin.