The good-manners anecdotes aren't nearly as entertaining as the tales of my lapses, though. So, without further ado:
There was the cold day he found a deep puddle to stomp in, and he had his canvas shoes on, the ones that soak through when he plays puddlestomp. Jumping gleefully up and down in the water, he yelled, "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" just a split second before the very same could come out of my mouth.
Then there was the time he wanted to play with the blocks, but Dan and I wanted him to join us for family dinner. "Want to build the damn tower!" he lamented.
Today his cousins arrived to play. Zoe, just a couple of months younger than he is, ran up and shouted "Hi, Gareth!" right into his face. Gareth was a little put off.
"Aren't you going to say hi to Zoe?" Dan prompted.
"No," said Gareth. Fair enough. He's two. You can't expect courtesy every time from a two-year-old.
A few minutes later, once they were all playing happily together, Dan tried again. "Are you ready to say hi to Zoe now?"
In a perfect imitation of me when I'm telling him he can't stomp in a puddle until his boots are on, Gareth replied, "I said no."
I wonder what I'll find out I've been telling him about Christmas.