I am totally jinxing everything by posting this, but...
I think we actually taught Norah something valuable.
Neighbor Girl and Other Neighbor Girl came over last night to play. (Completely uninvited, of course.) All three girls sat down by our walkway with sidewalk chalk and began their creations. Norah stepped on Other Neighbor Girl's drawing of a girl with a heart head.
ONG: Norah! Watch out!
Norah: I'm sorry.
Then she came running up to me and said, "I said I'm sorry, Mommy!" I replied, "Good manners, Noonie."
Ho. Lee. Shit. Is this what it feels like to do something right? It's good stuff.