Arm = Plate

Last night the boy was eating peanut butter and apples for a snack. He was "so hungry" (his words, not mine). I like that snack too, and was recently reintroduced to it--thanks Emily!--and thought he would like it too. The boy can be clean and tidy when he eats, but that is not usually his MO. And per ususal his face and hands were covered with peanut butter after he finished his snack. As he was getting down off the couch to go wash his hands, he climbed on me and put his peanut buttery hands on my arm, leaving a dallop of it behind. He looked at me and said "Eat that peanut butter momma. Do you need an apple?" Needless to say, I smelled like peanut butter the rest of the night.