Politeness

This afternoon, Raphaela napped for about an hour; too short for me given that Harry has been consistently interrupting my sleep the last several nights, and I desperately needed to get in some catch-up sleep.

After the hour, I heard this polite and yet strong knocking coming from the inside of Raphaela's door, and when I opened the door to her room, she was sitting there quietly, knocking, waiting for me to allow her to leave to go play.

Growing up, she will receive a blend of my American values and the core Israeli values, and I am pleased to see that Raphaela has already adopted certain manners, including saying "Thank you" and sharing.  Now we are working on that word of all magical words, "Please," and I am being met with some resistance.