Strength

Lately, Liv has been on a peanut-butter-on-a-spoon phase. Because of her constant requests for "More, please!" (Demanding, but at least, polite, right?) I have failed to fully tighten the lid of the jar from the previous times I have had to make withdrawals by the spoonful. After I have decided she had had enough, I denied her request for more.

Liv, never one to take no for an answer, armed with a new spoon, she pushed the bar stool up to the upper pantry, took the Skippy to the counter, and easily twisted the loose lid off.

Obviously pleased with her feat, she beamed at me and said excitedly, "Momma! I'M REALLY REALLY TRONG! (without the S)"

I had to give in and let her have another spoonful.