Honestly, I don’t care whether my kids tell me thank you. I don’t need their gestures. It’s nothing to me whether they acknowledge my service in making their toast or bringing their water or cleaning up their mess. I don’t do it for their praise. It’s nice to be appreciated, of course, but I did everything for them long before they could speak, and I would do it even if they still couldn’t. So it truly makes no difference to me whether they say the words “thank you.” I make them do it anyway. Not for my sake, but for theirs.