A Compliment from My Preschooler

Yesterday, feeling a bit put out by the demands of parenting, I muttered to myself, "Sometimes I feel like a servant."

Cameron, with his healthy young ears, piped up, "What's a servant?"

"Someone who does everyone else's work," I griped.

"Ohhhhh," Cameron replied thoughtfully. And then, with a warm smile, he patted my hand and said, "Mommy, you're a good servant."