There are some things my parents used to say to me that I never thought I’d ever say. But things have changed. Now that I have a 4 1/2 year old and 3 year old running around the house, I’m starting to sound a bit like a broken record (or perhaps a sampled drum loop, if we need a less anachronistic metaphor.)
One of those phrases is, “What do you say?” I say this pretty much constantly.
Someone gets cookies. “What do you say?” Someone gets juice. “What do you say?” Someone gets a present from grandma. “What do you say?” My kids have learned to do amazing things. Their vocabulary constantly surprises me. Their problem solving skills are delightful. But remembering to say “Thank you” is, apparently, outside their reach.