One can tell Catfish was brought up by parents who believed in proper manners. I admire his “sir” and “ma’am” when talking with other people. The other afternoon, his “Ma’am?” to the Pickle Queen when he didn’t hear what she had said, reminded me of the PQ trying to instill this into one of our sons.
I don’t remember which son it was, but when he was about a three-year-old, he had been told several times to get ready for bed. The last time the PQ told him, she was very insistent. His response was, “Yes, sir!”
Correcting him, PQ said, “You would say ‘Yes, sir,’ to a man. I am a lady, and you would say, ‘Yes, ma’am,’ to a lady.”
Being a preschool teacher, she quizzed him on this lesson by asking, “What would you say to Daddy?”
“Yes, sir!” came the reply.
“Then what would you say to Mama?” the PQ continued.
“Yes, Ma’am!” he proudly answered.
“Good job!” replied the PQ. “Now what would you say to Grandma?”
He lit up and said, “Can I have a cookie?”
I don’t think he got the point.
Keep your fork