So Polite

Danny has always been very good with using his manners. When he says excuse me it sounds more like excue mes. Every time we go to a drive thru, he has to say excue mes to the car in front of us because he is tired of waiting. Last night he started throwing up in his bed and after every time he threw up he would say excue mes. Poor guy. This morning I went to make him some toast and he told me to sit down and he grabbed his stool and made it himself ( or at least attempted to make it, he needed a little help). What a good boy.