Just for the record: Graham is sorry.
He's really, really sorry. He's sooo sorry 'bout that. Gee whiz, is he sorry!
Yesterday after spilling half his breakfast on the rug (through sheer carelessness) and receiving a tongue-lashing, Graham turned to me and delivered his apology in a drawl so affected I half expected him to deferentially tip a cowboy hat to reinforce his regret; "Well gosh, I truly am awful sorry 'bout that Mama."
And then he turned away and cheerfully resumed spilling his food.
But as cute as his apology might sound (and Lord help me it was cute), it was also supremely irritating.
It was irritating because ever since Graham has learned that the word sorry has power he has abused that power like a Third World despot.
It is frustrating to me, someone who prides herself on using words as precisely as possible to convey meaning, to see my son continually expropriate such an important word to aid and abet his willful misbehaviour.
I have explained to him over and over again that it's not enough to just say you're sorry; you have to be sorry.
"You have to mean what you say Graham. Do you understand?"
"Yes mom, I understand."
"And I'm soooo sorry...now can I have a treat?"
Apparently sincerity is in a sorry state around here these days.