The other day I was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for my son for his lunch, and I realized that I didn't have any clean butter knives (someone forgot to run the dishwasher!). So I pick up a steak knife, dip it into the pb jar and scoop. I come out with a minute amount of peanut butter. Thinking I just completely missed the jar (how??) I try again, this time paying more attention. Same result. And again, and again. And again. At this point I'm about to cry, I have a two year old screaming at the gate for his lunch, and for some reason Mommy is completely incompetent at scooping peanut butter out of a jar.
I will never not have a clean butter knife again.
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