I was in the kitchen one day, trying to reach the baking powder on the top shelf of a cabinet.  Being only five feet tall, I had to stretch, but still couldn't grab the box.

Fortunately, I have two six-foot-tall sons whom I often call to come to my rescue.

"Hey, Brian!" I yelled to my second son, who was in the living room. "Will you get your tallness in here and get this for me?"

"Sure, Mom," he remarked as he bounded into the kitchen. "But next time, I'd prefer the title 'Your Highness.'"