Ethan LOVES his bear. He has named him "Bear" or "My Bear." Bear goes everywhere with Ethan. We have to convince him that Bear would be better left at home or in the car than at church, the store, or the restaurant.
Last night, I was making spaghetti for dinner. Nick was working late and I couldn't open the jar of spaghetti sauce. My hands were sore from trying to open it and I just had to take a break. Ethan asked me, "What's wrong, Mom?" I told him that I couldn't open the jar and if I couldn't open the jar, I couldn't cook dinner.
Ethan went to the pantry where he left Bear. He brought him over to me, handed him up to the counter by the paw and said, "Bear opens things."
So I put Bear's paw on the jar under my hand and twisted one more time. Lo and behold, the jar opened! Ethan was ecstatic! All night long, he reminded me, and anybody else who would listen, that Mommy didn't open the jar of sauce, Bear did.
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