Manners maketh man. part 3.

So this evening we had our home evening and the lesson was on manners. You can never give up trying to instil some kind of decorum and manners in young people.
You might be led to feel as though you are nailing jelly to a wall but keep trying we say.
So, H led the lesson and he is never one to reduce things to the level of a 3 year old, or 5 or 6 year old even, keep up people!!
Gathered 'round his patriarchal knee our little boys were eager to learn and hear what daddy had to say.
This is how it went.....
" so, boys, if we're needing to ask someone to do something for us, how would we go about that?"
Silence, which is normally a treat but in this instance, replies would be good.
" Well you know we properly address the person we are talking to.....for instance we say, 'Mr Brown?' Then what would we say?"
Short pause and then Seth said
" you ask him for his postcode" ( zip code)

????? H looks at me, I look at H and then I said

"Seth, you're being silly."

" Well " Seth said " How else will I be able to address him properly?"

H and I had our first belly laugh for weeks and weeks.