Servant.

So like all kids, our kids are demanding.  When it's mealtime, there's a constant barrage of requests that sometimes feel more like they are commandeering slaves.  Lately, Scott's response to a request that they are big and responsible enough to do themselves (ie. get their own fork) is "No, I'm not your servant."  This has led us into a few discussions as to what a servant or slave is.

Fast forward to Sunday morning in Sacrament meeting.  The deacons are passing the Sacrament to our little pew and Corbin takes a piece of bread.  He looks up at this particular young man and whispers, "Thank you, dear Servant."

Thankfully, the deacon didn't hear!