"Hey, get me the salt, huh?"
"What do you say, Billy?"
"I already said it, this needs SALT, Mom."
"Yes, but what's the magic w---"
"Careful, honey....."
"But, dear... don't you want him learn manners?"
"Ix-nay, on the anners-may talk, honey"
"What, dear?"
"You mustn't force that on the boy."
"But we're such polite people, that's
one of the things I just loved about
you, dear, when I met you. Don't you
want Billy to grow up to be polite?"
"Well, of course I do, honey, some
day I sure hope he'll follow in
our footsteps. Courtesy's okay
now for you and me, because that
was our choice. But it would be
unenlightened to try to coerce Billy
into accepting our view of manners.
into accepting our view of manners.
We should just wait until he's older,
and see what he decides for himself."
"Gosh, you're wise, dear."
"Still waitin' on that salt..."
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