Perfect parenting means different things to different people

No sooner do I commit to ridding our lives of junk food and really cracking down on polite behavior than an exception rears its head.
Bub has a serious mental block when it comes to behaving respectfully to adults. I think he just has no patience for small talk and the dumb things strangers say to him when we meet. Can't really blame him except it's incredibly embarrassing for ones 5 year old to give the stink eye to little old ladies and snoopy sales people.
I laid down the law that rudeness would not be tolerated. The "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" credo is in effect.  At at store, the well-meaning saleswoman asked Liam what kind of dinosaur was on has shirt.
Clearly, it's a t-rex, you dumb ass! But Bub plastered on a grin and kept mum.

Yes, Bub, I'm proud of you. Here's 24" of gummy snake.

We have to redefine perfect parenting, sometimes by the hour. If I taught my child a smidgen of respect, I will dole out some processed reptile shaped food snack.

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