A lot can be said about a young person who abides by the unspoken rule. Who uses manners consistently and earnestly. Who treats others with respect.
This translates to holiday festivities as well as the normal day-to-day.
I’ve taught my son, who is three, to say “please” and “thank you”, to wait his turn, to not push and shove, to only take his fair share when prompted to do so. Who would think this would be out of the ordinary?
During trick-or-treat last night, my little guy and I walked hand-in-hand down one side of the street looking for the doors with the outside lights on to visit. There have been fewer houses in the last couple years participating in handing out candy, but that’s another story.
Some houses, like mine, stick a bowl full of candy on a stool outside of the front door so the kids may take a piece or two for themselves and move on. I do this because I’m the only one available to take my little guy out, and I want to do my part with also giving some candy.
We saw a few of these houses, and many of them had empty bowls, even though it hadn’t been more than 15 or 20 minutes since trick or treat began. At the houses that still had a selection, I allowed my son to take one piece, though he was practically vibrating out of his skin to sink his tiny hands into the bottom of the bowl and shovel the goods into his bag.
But that isn’t courteous. And he understood that.
Why can’t people understand it is polite to leave some for others? Compassion is a hot commodity.
geek mom and manager 