Un-nutty

Kyla convinced herself a long time ago that she only liked creamy, as opposed to crunchy, peanut butter. For the first time since, I inadvertently bought crunchy and put it on her pancake this morning. 

“Mama, this is the wrong kind of peanut butter.  This is the crunchy kind and I’m an unnutty kid.”

 

 

 

Oh, all evidence to the contrary, my Kyla.  All evidence to the contrary.

 

And another kid who is quite nutty in his own right.  He pulled these shorts over his head, called it a dress, and used them as a bib until bath time.  Piper used to do this, too.  But with my underwear.