I've always been a big fan of saying "thank you." It's just polite. Even if the cop is giving me a ticket, I somehow manage to thank him. It shocked me when I moved to Utah and my new friends who were getting a ride home would exit the car without saying "thank you." To make up for it, I would thank the ride-giver profusely when it was my turn to get out. Growing up in the South did have some advantages. But no one hates a thanker.
Lately, I have come to appreciate "thank you" in a new way. Noah does 80% of his communicating with the words "thank you," or more accurately, "dank doo." If he wants something, he thanks you for it preemptively. If he gets what he wants, he thanks you. If he wants to play with a toy or read a book with you, he brings it to you and thanks you. Last night he woke up screaming and after I showed him his blanket, he immediately stopped and stated calmly, "dank doo," and layed down again. He cracks us up, including Isaac.
I tell you, there's nothing like a thankful baby around the house. It's fun and it's funny. It makes us more grateful. So thank someone today!