Of course it is peanut butter. I think we go through two of those jars a week, sometimes three.
This reminded me of a time when my brothers tricked me into making a big mess with the peanut butter. They had me digging into it with my hands doing almost the same exact thing. Then we took pictures. I have no idea why, I was young, but I do remember my mom wasn't happy when she got home.
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