The other morning as I was relaxing in bed (long past regular hours, thanks to spring break!), Malia came upstairs needing a favour.
She was carrying a large Tupperware container filled with Goldfish crackers and she needed help opening it. You know -- so her and her sister could have something to snack on while waiting for their lazy mama to get out of bed to feed them a real breakfast.
"Your Majesty," she says. "Can you open this for me?"
I laughed at her choice of words, never having heard her refer to me as such before, and happily gave her my assistance.
"Thank-you, your Majesty" she replied as she exited the Queen's chambers.