My daughter Zoey is two-and-a-half. She is an exceptionally sweet child whose easygoing manner belies the fact that she is, really, flesh of my flesh. Yesterday she stayed with my parents due to a little cold, and during this stay she demonstrated that although she has every intention of using her manners, she is still perfecting them. Here is how Mom told it:

“So she fires off a volley of farts, then turns around, looks at me and says, ‘Bless you.’ “

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the type of thing that keeps my head from exploding when she is still awake at 9:30 p.m. :)