Aunt Dawn wrote on my facebook page today and I couldn't resist putting the story she wrote on my blog because I had never heard it before...and when I read it it just sounds like me. LOL
"1981, our farm, Missouri: you were 3, or almost 3... your mom brought you over to the house for a visit after she had gone to town. Mom asked her to pick up a gallon of milk for us. She carried it up to the steps of the back door, but you wanted to carry it in and it was very heavy for your little body. So, you lifted it up to the one step, then the next step, then into the house, struggling the whole time. We were all watching you & cracking up. It was THE cutest thing!"
This seriously sounds like me. "Hey Ma, I want to do it, let me do it. I'm too small but I'll figure out a way." That is so me. LOL This story made me laugh. Notice...that I was smart enough to put it up each step one at a time instead of trying to haul it. ha ha LOL