I’ve been traveling this week, spending a few nights in hotels, and a few nights couch surfing.Â When staying with friends or family (including the ever-wonderful and too, too cool Elyse)Â I have an compulsive need to be a good guest: pick up my dishes, strip my bed when I’m done with it, generally not be too much trouble.
I blame my mother:Â she made sure we knew what the polite rules were, and that we stuck to them under pain of death, even when she wasn’t around.Â No, especially when she wasn’t around.
What life lessons from your childhood are still Pavlovian in your adulthood?Â What do you do without thinking because your Momma taught you?
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