her-master: “What was that? What did you say?”Silence, and a confused, slightly worried expression i
her-master: “What was that? What did you say?”Silence, and a confused, slightly worried expression in her eyes.“Is that how we ask permission?”Now the concern becoming more apparent, her mind slowly working through the possibilities—it only took a few words, but the right words, to put her in this space. After a time, she managed a few shakes of her head. No, this was not how we ask permission.He gently continued. “No. It is not. ‘Daddy, I think I might…’ is not how we ask permission. You know this. Do we need to talk about the words to use?” A long silence that stretched on; he waited, more or less patiently. “We might say ‘Daddy, may I…’ or ‘Daddy, I would like to…’, or even ‘Daddy, can I…’, though that is not quite right, as you know.”He waited again, though, with her mind in this place, it was becoming a very one sided conversation. “If we say ‘Daddy, I think I might…’ then you are telling me. You don’t tell me. You ask. You ask permission. Do you understand? Is that right?”After a moment, “Yes. I’m sorry.”“Shhh… it’s alright. Completely forgiven. Remember this lesson. Use your words and ask next time. Now, come up here and get in Daddy’s lap…” -- source link