We got to church late (which we usually don’t do (believe it or not)). I sat down with my two kids on a couch in the foyer (sitting beside some old man I don’t know so that my kids would feel comfortable). After a while, a young man came out with the tray. He moved down the couch (starting with the old man). I dutifully accepted the bread and he moved down to my daughter, who was next in line. After she took the bread, she said “Thank you.” My son did the same.
I was somewhat surprised and a little taken aback. You don’t speak in sacrament. However, I stopped myself from whispering at them. When the water came, they both did it again. “Thank you”