Anna was immediately enamored with the drink because - well, because it was pink. But she was also delighted to find that because of the shape of the top, she was able to take it off and put it back on all by herself. Oh, the liberation!
After shopping for a while (and her putting a pretty good hurtin' on the drink!), I looked over at her, and she had the drink under her shirt and was trying to open it with her shirt. Here's what followed:
Me: "Anna, what are you doing?"
Anna: "Opening my drink with my shirt."
Me: "Who does that?!" (thinking it's probably someone at her school or something)
Anna: "My daddy does that. With his beer."
It always tickles me to find how observant she is, although I told Derek this story and he claims he doesn't use his shirt to open bottles. She was kind of specific, though, so I'm thinking maybe - just maybe - he did it once. And she doesn't miss a trick!
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