I was trying to open a bottle of antibiotics for Sheldon this morning. I turned it and pressed down, and turned it, and checked the direction I was turning it, and turned it some more. Q was watching my struggle and apparently saw that the problem was ME.
"What are you doing Mamma?"
"I..can't....open...this....medicine!"
"You have to be soft wiv it."
"I AM being soft with it"
"Don't BREAK it Mom! Just be soft"
I tried some more, and I couldn't get it open. I put it back in the fridge and gave up because I didn't feel like getting more tips on bottle opening from a 2 year old. I try to retain the shards of my dignity. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take someone pee pee.
Hi. I'm two. I know everything.