Rules, rules, rules...

As long as I can remember, my father has corrected my grammar. It has kind of become a running joke with anyone who knows him, because he does it with those he loves! Well, this habit has been passed to me. I tend to correct people as well. I know, not nice but I try to be careful with whom I'm correcting. Anyway, I was cooking the other night and Brenden was setting the table when I reminded him to get the napkins. I think my exact words were, "Napkins Brenden." He stopped, turned to look at me and said, "Put it into a complete sentence, mom." I almost peed my pants!!!! Now this standard English bit has been passed down to yet another generation! Hilarious!!!