Growing up, I specifically remember my brother and I eating spoonfuls of peanut butter from the jar. I especially remember my brother doing it all the time. As I was cooking dinner one night, the kids were under my feet, and I thought to myself, hey, I can stall them a little bit by giving them a spoonful of peanut butter. So I got two spoons and scooped out some peanut butter. They both were a little confused at first, but soon realized it tasted good. They walked away and I didn't think anything of it, I knew they were enjoying their special treat.
Then, I walked into the living room and found this on my couch. Apparently, they wiped their hands peanut butter hands on my couch. Even after scrubbing it with a rag and water, I still couldn't get it up. It's a special memory I'll always have of them and now I know to wait a little while longer before they are allowed to have peanut butter on a spoon again.
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