The Peanut Butter Incident!

By far the most loved food idem by ALL members of this family(oops, minus Pipey)...so by 4 of the 5 members of this family is PEANUT BUTTER. It's a tough race to determine whom loves it more, Simon or daddy! Brad puts peanut butter on items I would never think to put peanut butter on, like pancakes. If you want to up your pancake game, so to speak, slather them with some pb. Certainly makes for a more decadent pancake experience.

In our pantry at all times you will find at least 3 maybe 4 jars of peanut butter. A crunchy, a creamy, and 1 sometimes 2 jars dedicated to the boys. Now in our pantry the boys pb jars are on the far right and our jars are on the far left. Plus the boys pb is clearly marked with the word "boys" on all sides in large letters. The other day I went into our pantry to notice the boys pb jar had moved to the opposite side and was now on top of our crunchy pb. Hmm, strange I thought and promptly moved it back to its normal residence. The next day once again the boys jar had been moved. I moved it back to it's usual spot again.  By now I'm curious if Simon is using his jedi mind tricks to attempt to get the peanut butter out of the cupboard or if Brad is sneaking the boys some extra pb on the side when I'm not looking. Both seemed like plausible theories. LOL!

Well low and behold on day 3 of the mystery movement of the boys pb jar Brad and I are both in the kitchen together he reaches into the pantry and out comes the "boys" pb. I quickly point out to him that's the wrong jar, that's the boys jar. He looks puzzled and a bit alarmed. Asking me, "What? This is the boys jar?". My response was to say "yes" as I pointed out the word "boys" clearly written in 3 different places on the jar. Brad then exclaimed, "I've eaten that peanut butter for the last 3 days. I never saw the markings. You didn't write it in the normal ink." Well, that last exclamation of his was true, I didn't mark it in the typical black ink, it was marked in maroon. Still though it was clearly marked. Brad had a mini freak out moment as he was a bit disgusted after finding out he's been eating out of the boy's jar. I reminded him it's just his loving pug son's germs in the jar nothing to really fear. His response to that was, "Great. Now I have a ton of pug cooties! I'm probably going to start growing fur." His fear over his pug cooties he has possibly contracted has made us move the pugs pb jars to the pet food closet. It's not as convenient for me since the pb goes in the boys Kongs which I always prepare in the kitchen during a down moments as dinner cooks usually. But oh well, as long as Brad is happy!

Brad's reaction to realizing he's been eating from the wrong pb jar was priceless. And the "cooties" comment was almost too much for me to bare as I cracked up. Don't worry I'll let everyone know the moment Brad starts growing pug fur. ;) LOL!