From the archives (deep in the Word files of my computer). Take a look at this. Seems like a century ago:
August 7, 2009
It happened today.
F in his airplane jammies at the breakfast table, it’s just after 8:00am, the morning race is well under way. And then, a spontaneous, not requested, perfectly placed “Please” occurs. F proclaims, “More milk in my cup, please, Mommeee.”
I nearly fell over. How wondrous a non-requested please can be…and from my little boy. Heaven.
Naturally, I said, “Thank you,” right back.