Tucker was asking for a cookie after lunch.
"Sure, buddy. What do you say?" And I thought I signed please, as a silent reminder.
He looked at me, my signing, and then said, "Mommy, cookie? Sorry?"
I signed sorry instead of please. And he knew the difference. The poor boy was ready to apologize for no wrongdoing, all in the name of a cookie.
That's what happens when signing is my second language. It's his native tongue, it turns out.