“Peanut butter [is] the pâté of childhood.” ~ Florence Fabricant

You ate peanut butter nearly every morning you were with us.  You were 15 years old - that's A LOT of peanut butter!  Over the weekend you declared, after much consideration, that you were going to be eating toast with peanut butter for breakfast.  At this stage, you were very good at getting the toaster down from the high shelf, you could get the bread, put it in the toaster and get the peanut butter from its pantry shelf, open it up and spread the peanut butter on your toast.  You were VERY good at this morning routine.  But this past weekend, you noticed that the peanut butter jar looked different and asked me if it was the only one we had in the house. I told you that it was and that I shopped at Sobey's this week instead of Superstore so the brand name was 'Compliments' and not 'PC'.  I don't think you were to bothered by it but it likely would not have been your first choice.  You were about to open the jar, when suddenly, a look of confusion came across your face.  You must have seen the pictures of peanut shells on the label - which is not on every label, and with a look of complete disgust you asked: "ARE THERE NUTS IN HERE?"  And your tone was more like: "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!  WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN AND WHO DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?!?!"  I chuckled a little and explained to you that you were eating 'peanut' butter so, it's made of peanuts and there are likely A LOT of peanuts in there.  You seemed rather enlightened when you expressed that "[You] had no idea".  You were just so FRICKIN CUTE!