good kids

While in the post office the other day, someone told me how good my kids are. "Such good kids." And they are, I suppose. They have their naughty times, that's for sure - but then, so do I! I hope they learn to be respectful, obedient, helpful and compassionate. I hope I can teach them to love in the little day to day interactions with those around them. Good? Well, I don't like that word. . . cause first, no one is good but God; and second, what does good mean anyway when said in that context? Since it was an older lady, she probably meant "what quiet, non-disruptive kids"! Good thing she doesn't live with us!