Lucas has figured out the magic of the "magic word."
After grunting and motioning with his hand for a few seconds, he is apt to toss in a "please" in hopes that it will get him what he wants. Know what? It usually does. Dang it if that child doesn't say please in the cutest way. I just can't resist. So as long as the item he is wanting isn't a knife or something, I like to go ahead and let him have it. That reinforces it, so he keeps using the word "please" more and more. And it melts my heart every time.
I definitely prefer his cute little "please" to what I refer to as "the summoning." When he wants a drink of milk, he stands by the fridge and starts yelling "MAMA MAMA" at the top of his voice until I come. When I enter the room he looks up and calmly says "milk." I'm thinking, can you not come find me, calmly say milk, and just skip the abrasive yelling? Is that too much to ask? I would still get it for you, baby. But it's kind of hard to change the method after one is already so embedded.
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