I have this thing with peanut butter....crunchy peanut butter to be exact. I *heart* it. And I am pretty sure it *hearts* me, too. Most of my kids have inherited my love for crunchy peanut butter and.....well, here is how I caught Phoebe as I was making grilled cheese for dinner. Except, she wasn't standing up, posing for a picture. She was crouched down low in the dark corner of the kitchen, near the pantry (aka - crunchy peanut butter lockdown). Girl knows an opportunity when it knocks. Obviously, that is something else inherited from me. When I discovered her I gave a stern, "Phoebe Elizabeth." (the crime not quite worthy of using all three middle names) and stood with my hands on my hips. She knew she was being naughty because the tears started. But she was also mad at being found out because along with the tears came her infamous scowl. And then out came my camera.
