Went to a shop on the High street with the wee boy this evening and as I was paying the woman, Michael said to her 'you've got car'. Oh yea so she did, a little matchbox size one stuck on the till. She pulled it off and said he could have. He said ta and cheerio, then on the way out, he told a man excuse me and stepped aside. Then on the way back, as he was going down some steps, some girls had to move a bit and he said sorry.
He's not even three, so yea I'm chuffed he's got manners.