Most people assume that working in the house was a position of privilege. While it may have seemed that way to the slave-owners, it is clear that the people themselves didn't share that point of view. The majority of Mount Vernon runaways were house servants.
Holy crap, sounds like the Washingtons were sweethearts.
Never been to Mount Vernon, but have seen people at other places that are supposed to be in character; wow, do people ask some stupid questions. It's like people don't read. Those people who are old, voting against healthcare, lobbying to take the Social Security my age group is putting in, and crying out for more war? Yeah, they're the idiots who want to know where the slave kids went to school and why there aren't any toilets in the 18th Century homes.
EDIT: I have to share the best idiot old-guy tourist story. This one happened in Bolder, CO, about 20 years ago, at a powwow. This was an event that, if memory serves, was mostly for vendors and competitive dancing--pretty standard powwow stuff--but there was this visiting tribe from South America that had beliefs about cameras, so the event made sure to advertise that there was to be no cameras, no photography at the event, and that they'd confiscate film if someone did it. So what do I see walking in to the event? Some old fart doddering out of the grounds, camera around his neck, right past a "NO PHOTOGRAPHY" sign. The next thing was amazing: some totally ripped guy wearing little more than a loincloth, feathers, and moccasins comes running up behind him, silent as can be, sprints past him, did a spin, and planted himself between the old dude and the parking lot and motions for security. When security got there, he says, in this Walt Longmire drawl, "This gentleman here has been taking photographs of everything." Then he crossed his arms and gave the guy one of the angriest looks I've ever seen at such an event. Well, the doddering old fool stood there in shock for what seemed like forever, then started gibbering something about how they weren't going to get his damn film, he didn't take one damn photo, and I think he threw some crap in there about being a veteran or something.
Watching a different doddering old fool at Carlsbad was almost as good, seeing this old fool, just as the park ranger got done talking about how there was to be no flash photography, and I mean right after she got done saying it, raise his camera and take a flash photo right in her face. The entire crowd gasped, and she tensed and went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. I choose to believe she was contemplating exactly how much trouble she'd get in for strangling him with his neckstrap.