On a recent lunch outing, we happened on to two of the most out-of-control brothers I have ever, ever seen. They were rude, disobedient, and a menace to the entire environment. They were a walking (climbing, running, hitting, and spitting) example of precisely why I fight the good fight on a daily basis: because I am working hard to teach my boys what is acceptable.
(And they were bullying Tucker, and I will never in my life tolerate anything that falls under that category.)
On my cue, we gathered our things and quietly moved to another part of the dining room. Once we were settled, I said quietly to my children, "Boys, I am so proud of you because you know how to behave in a restaurant. I feel sad for those boys, because nobody has taught them good manners."
With no hesitation, Tyler agreed fully. "You are right, Mommy."
And then... (wait for it)...
He tossed his head back, pointed in their direction, and shouted, "I feel sad for YOU BOYS because you don't have any manners at all!"
Awesome. We'll work on that particular manner next time.