Yes, Sir!

Fine young gent, 5, the middle one. He's a quirky little guy. A still-waters-run-deep kid. Smart.

Today I was barking out orders, hustling everyone out the door. I pointed at him. "Shoes!" I said.

He stopped. Looked right at me. "Yes, sir!" he rapped out. Wicked little grin.

Did I ignore the attitude? Bawl him out for disrespect? Sweetly tell him that's not necessary?

"You'd darn well better salute me, young man, if you're going to call me 'Sir.' "

He saluted me for the rest of the day.

I could get used to this "Sir" thing.