Not going to cry...

Tonight Aiden got his own juice box. He got it out of the fridge, took the straw out of the wrapper, and pushed it through the foil. All by himself.

How dare he. Doesn't he know that daddy still needs to be needed for his magic powers of getting treats and for all the wonderful things his opening bag powers can produce? Seriously, I almost cried.

Now granted, I encouraged him to try it. He'll be starting preschool soon and will need to be able to do things like that. Yesterday he made his own peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was a bit messy, but he made it all by himself. All by himself he also managed to leave it on the tv tray where the dog promptly ate it.

It's funny the things that actually strike me as nostalgic or tear inducing. PB&J was cool, but somehow a little plastic straw and the world as I know it is no more.