I was making Garrett a peanut butter sandwich for lunch when he asked me, “is that mice peanut butter?” Huh? “do you mean lots? are you saying ‘much peanut butter’?” “NO! Mice peanut butter”. Repeat, please?
Apparently there are two kinds at my house. The one for human consumption, and the other kind (sorry Jiff) that serves as the last meal for the mice under our house. I thought there was just smooth or chunky. Not so!