Emily brought me a jar that she was trying to open but it was new and she couldn't budge it. I took it and with one twist, got the lid off.
"Really?" I teased her. "Aren't you supposed to be stronger than me by now?"
"Who says I'm supposed to be stronger than you? I'm a teenager!"
"That's my point. You're young, and you guys are always telling me I'm old."
"I never say you're old out loud, Mom. I just think it in my head," she responded. "And when I say you're old, what I really mean is - you're short."