Comments on: Call me “Mister”

By: Ann

Ann — Mon, 19 Sep 2005 16:28:17 +0000

I have a problem with parents that tell their children to address me as Miss Ann. this is very common amoung many families. I can accept Mrs. Hite or Ann but I find it repulsive when I hear Miss Ann

By: Eric

Eric — Sat, 23 Jul 2005 15:03:45 +0000

Excellent commentary. I've linked to you from here.

By: Central Indiana Homeschool :: Titles of Respect :: July :: 2005

Central Indiana Homeschool :: Titles of Respect :: July :: 2005 — Sat, 23 Jul 2005 15:02:40 +0000

[...] Duane, over at the Black Informant, has some points worth considering regarding children addressing adults with titles of respect. Two things happen when a child uses a cou [...]

By: Eddie

Eddie — Sat, 23 Jul 2005 00:40:38 +0000

I find myself in between the standards of yesterday’s generation and today’s hip-hop culture. Granted, I’m in my mid 30′s and I grew up with a stepfamily where by stepsiblings addressed my mother by her first name and I addressed my stepfather by his first name.

Now, as a married father of four with a blended family, my kids call their stepmother by her first name. Trust me when I say that despite the fact that my wife and children are on a first name basis, they know to have the upmost respect for her.

By: Keith

Keith — Fri, 22 Jul 2005 04:23:39 +0000

We require that our children call all adults mister, Mrs. or MIss followed by their last names.

Some adults do not help us in this.

We are often told, ‘oh, it’s okay they can call me…~insert name here~”.

No, it is not okay.

I also have a problem with adults who want to high five my kids.

While of course not second class citizens, children need to understand that they are children and not adults.

Seemingly some adults also need to understand they children are children and not adults.

By: DarkStar

DarkStar — Fri, 22 Jul 2005 01:49:30 +0000

My kid’s friends call me Mr. Brown. Her friends call her mother Miss first name.

They joke with her mother a lot, but when she lowers the boom, the joking stops. They don’t joke with me. I joke with them.

I don’t play. I’m old school.