Peanut Butter (posted June12, 2009)

I have it pretty good, I have to say. My loving husband makes breakfast every morning. Eggs, bacon, and toast with peanut butter. While I take mine to go and fly out the door to work, he and Wyatt sit down together and eat. The other morning Brett called me freaking out. This is the story he told:



"So I made breakfast this morning and I had to poop (nothing unsual here), so I gave Wyatt the jar of peanut butter to keep him busy. (Way to go Dad!) When I was done I came back to sit down and eat, and Wyatt came up to me and said "Oh no Daddy, look". He held up his hand and I saw it was covered in peanut butter (that is kind of what you can expect when you give a kid a WHOLE tub of peanut butter). I told him it was fine and to just lick it (it's like evolution of the human race never happened). He didn't want to lick it himself, so he put his fingers in my mouth. While the fingers were in my mouth I thought, what if this is not peanut butter? I yanked his fingers out just nano seconds before the touched my tongue and I smelled them, and they smelled. They smelled bad." No folks, the peanut butter had not gone bad. Wyatt didn't have peanut butter on his fingers, but he did have a full diaper. Wasn't it nice of him to feed Daddy?!?!?!