Yesterday morning, Sean climbed up on the kitchen counter and grabbed his gigantic bottle of Flintstone
candy vitamins. He started twisting and spinning the childproof cap and I reflexively grabbed it from him to open it, because you know, he’s a child and it’s a childproof cap whereas I am an adult and have adult super powers which include but are not limited to opening vitamin bottles and wiping up stuff.
He, being like his mother, hates having something grabbed out of his hands and reflexively grabbed it back from me.
“No thanks Mom! I’ll do it myself!”
I put my hands up defensively.
“Okay, whatever dude,” I said walking away. “Knock yourself out,” I added, cheerfully thinking that little exercise in futility would keep him busy for a while netting me a little uninterrupted coffee-drinking and newspaper-reading time.
I wasn’t two steps away when I heard the cap of the bottle fall to the counter, and then, “Mom, wanna a vitamin?”
Do NOT underestimate the power of Fred and his little vitamins.