Luckily, my teenager is shorter than me by a good bit, so I can freely call them a noob when they ask something that simple.
Then again, calling them noob is pretty much always an option, as is telling them I’ll bang their mum when they lose a game.
1337 parenting ftw!
I don’t know how, but my mom could open jars better than me when I was a foot taller and much stronger than her. She’d make me move furniture around, and I’d hand her pickle jars.
Doesn’t help you now I’m sure, but I’ve found gently banging around the rim or lid of a jar on the concrete outside usually loosens the seal enough to open the jar.
(Outside on concrete because I don’t want to dent anything inside.)
Or just stick a teaspoons other end under the lid, prefferably where the thread begins, lever it up a little and it’ll pop.
Yep, I use the end of a butter knife. You’re fighting the pressure that built up rather than how tight the lid is screwed.
Engineer solution. The rest are hearsay and folk tales
That’s actually really cute.
“Move this couch, please.” “Sure thing, mom.”
“Open these olives, please.” “Of course, sweety.”
