We've been in squirrel mode lately. I'm determined to be ready for winter this year. I grew up canning. My special job when I was little was stuffing the jars because I had the littlest hands. Eventually I was promoted, to chief-tomato-peeler and a few other odd jobs, but I was never in charge because I am, after all, still the baby of the family. Of course, now I am in charge (more or less) and I try to pretend like I know what I am doing as I hand out the jobs. It's okay though, because Mom is just a phone call away if I blow it.
But here is the best part. Now that my youngest ones have reached the ripe old age of 3, I've realized something that my mom probably discovered ages ago. I have my very own assembly line.