Saturday, July 6, 2013

Peanut Butter Wars

by Mama Mabel
 
My husband thinks I eat all his peanut butter.  This is laughable since I rarely eat it and I always make sure to leave some for him.  I will give it to our daughter but I think anything snackable for her should be considered fair game. 
 
We now have our own jars and I put a sticker on the lid of mine to avoid any confusion.  If I make pb crackers for Ladybug, I make them out of my own jar.  I expect him to do the same.  He told me if I leave mine at work, I can't have any of his.  This is mostly in fun but deep down each of us kind of wants to prove the other one wrong. 
 
I made cookies for the funeral this week with peanut butter in them.  I'm just waiting for Coondog to start to eat one so I can say, "Sorry, those were made with my peanut butter.  You'll have to make some with your peanut butter if you want any."  Then I'll laugh hysterically. 
 
Then I'll probably let him have one.  After all, it's just peanut butter.

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