Methinks she speaks the truth

After a day of being pampered by Grandma, on the way home on the ferry:

Bea lounges on a booth seat, stretching her legs out luxuriously.  "Pass me a strawberry."

"No, you can come and get it," I tell her, holding the baggie out.

"But I am the queen and you are my servant."

"Oh, Bea, I'm your Mommy.  Would you rather have a Mommy or a servant?"

She didn't skip a beat.  "A servant."

Why do I ask the questions if I don't want to hear the answers?

:)