Dead power cells

On our way home from the store yesterday, Kiersa was crying in her car seat, as usual, so I made her a bottle. Talea was holding the bottle, but after just a couple of seconds, she said "Weston, hold the bottle! I'm running out of power!" He had headphones on and couldn't hear her, so she directed her complaint toward me. "Mommy, I can't hold the bottle anymore. I'm running out of power!" Then she leaned back, flopped her head to the side, and feigned sleep. I love the words she comes up with to describe her feelings.