Noah eagerly reached for the syrup, his fingers sticky from a hasty breakfast. His mother, Emily, watched with a knowing smile. "Remember, Noah, we say 'please' when we ask for something," she gently reminded him.

Noah frowned slightly, his brows knitting together. "But why do I have to say 'please' every time?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of stubbornness. Emily sat down beside him, "Manners show respect and kindness to others, and they help us get along better," she explained, offering a reassuring smile.

At the playground, Noah watched as his friend Lucas, a lively boy with a mischievous grin, politely asked to join a game of tag. Noah observed how quickly the other children welcomed Lucas into their circle. "Can I play too, please?" he asked, trying out the word with newfound understanding.

Noah beamed as he helped set the table, carefully placing each fork and napkin. Emily watched with pride as he whispered a 'thank you' when his father passed the bread. "I'm proud of you, Noah," Emily said, giving him a warm hug.

Noah snuggled under his blanket, his eyes heavy with sleep. "Goodnight, Mom, and thank you for teaching me," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. Emily kissed his forehead, "Goodnight, my dear Noah," she whispered, turning off the light.