The only reason you opened that pickle jar is because dad loosened it for you, dad claimed after watching you twist off the cap with ease.
“As usual, I put in all the work and then you reap the benefit,” dad said, annoyed and visibly embarrassed about not being able to twist the cap off, despite nearly popping that vein in his forehead. “Next time you go first and then watch me open it, no problem.”
“No problem at all,” he added for emphasis.
He then went on to challenge you to an arm wrestling match, which you declined, only stoking his competitive nature even more.
“Okay fine, how about we go buy a new jar and see who can open it? I’ll drive you to the grocery store right now!” he desperately exclaimed as the rest of the family snickered.