The Three Little Bears

I just figured out that I live in the Three Little Bears' House.

Slightly-British Daughter was laughingly noting that she can tell who last opened any jar in the refrigerator:

"Whatever jar Harry (her bro, my son) opened will have the lid on too tight, I won't be able to open it."

"Whatever you (good ole mom - that's me) opened will have the lid on crooked or too loose, if I shake it without tightening it (think salad dressing -- ohhhhhhh), it will spill all over."

And she didn't even need to tell us that whatever jar she's last been into will be wiped off, appropriately lid-tightened and put in it's proper place (for real! And we just LOVE that in a daughter!!).

Papa Bear's lid is screwed on too tight, Mama Bear's lid is not screwed on at all, and Baby Bear's lid is screwed on just right. All we're missing is Goldilocks (and, well, we're not bears and son is not the papa bear and...oh...SEE...I don't have my lid screwed on well at all!)