Rachel and her friend Bryce had just asked to be excused from dinner and were told yes. Daniel was pushing back from the table to join them outside when I told him, "No. Say, 'May I be excused please?'" He looked at me very seriously and said, "Yes."
To answer my comment on Daniel's post below about what tomorrow has in store, now he tells my glasses, hair, nose and teeth, "I lub you, glasses" and so on. Then they snore and evidently go to sleep. The snore has turned into somewhat of a pig snort - it cracks us both up :)