Last night, I took the "I'm-worn-out-and-just-want-to-get-the-kids-in-bed" route with dinner: Good old PB&J. Princess wanted strawberry jam, so I sent the kids outside while I found the jam and made sandwiches. Well, I had to grab a new jar of jam out of the cupboard, and as hard as I tried, I could not get the jar open. So, I yelled to DH in the next room over:
"I need a big strong man to come help me!!!"
a couple seconds later, in pops SuperBoy's Head
"Here I am, what can I help you with?"
Stiffling a giggle, I told him I could not get the jar open.
He pondered for a minute, then replied:
"Hmmm ... well, I think you better ask dad."