Miss Independent with Strong Muscles and Pretty Teeth

I'm pretty sure Adjoa is the most independent little 3-year old I've ever met. Either that, or she's sending me messages that I need to pay more attention to her.

Adjoa woke up early and by 7:30 was tired of waiting on me. So she climbed up onto the counter, chose a package of instant oatmeal, poured it into a bowl, and added water. That's about as far as she got, but I'm pretty sure that's only because she couldn't reach the microwave!

The next day, Robert and I were working outside. Adjoa was in and out of the house playing, helping, running amok. She comes skipping up to me and informs me that she made chicken nuggets for us to eat. Wha????? I go inside to take a look and she has carefully arranged frozen chicken nuggets on a cookie sheet. She has a plate for herself with a few chicken nuggets - 3 of which have little nibbles on the corner. Frozen chicken nuggets? Gross!

I go outside, laughing, to share the news about our yummy lunch with Robert. He tells me that the day before, while I was out running errands, he was working on the chicken coop. Adjoa came outside, offering a sandwich she had made: Turkey lunch meat, mustard, and ketchup. Being the good, hungry dad that he is, Robert ate it. {Excuse me for a moment while I dry heave. I'm not much of a ketchup person.}

So far this morning, she has informed me no less than 4 times, that she will get {a snack}, {juice}, {a something yummy that is fruit}, {cereal but no milk because the milk is toooo heavy and it will spill} "all my myself. I can do it myself."

At least she is informing me before she goes into the kitchen to retrieve whatever her little heart desires. It's better than walking into the kitchen to find an inedible mess everywhere. She gets so put out when I tell her I need to help her.

"But I'm a big girl and I have strong muscles!" she says, flexing her guns and gritting her pearly whites.

Adjoa pities the fool who can't have "a something yummy that is fruit".