[at the breakfast table]
Tucker: Mommy, drink.
Me: Tuck, how do you ask nicely? (I may have settled for this muttering a while back, when that's all he could string together. But no longer, my little man. Use your words.)
Tuck: Mommy, just get it.
Excuse me?? Hold it one second there, young man.
I'm sure I don't need to tell you what kind of character reshaping took place in the next moment. I promise you, he got the message.
There will be no more of that.