Miss Ky has perfect manners.
For a two year old, she's pretty amazing (must learn to mask Mother's pride a little better).
"I want a drink"
"Excuuuse me?" I say.
"That's nice, let's start again" I tell her.
"May I have a drink, please?".
Then she spends the day with our pensioner friends. The ones she's determined to eat out of their home (she usually hits the door with, "I'm hungry, let's have pasta").
"I want a drink".
"What's the magic word?" they say.
Well, that's it. She magically got her drink while they struggled to compose themselves.