I was watching mama eat a peanut butter spread bagel earlier today. It looked mighty delicious so I whined and cried and begged for just a little piece. My persistence paid off because mom gave me a little chunk of the bagel with a whole lotta peanut butter on it. I think she purposely put extra pb on it for me because she watched and giggled while I tried to chew and swallow it. The pb was icky sticky, and I licked and smacked my lips for about 10 minutes until I got all traces of the pb off my face, mouth, nose, tongue, everything! Mom couldn’t stop laughing, but the joke was on her because I enjoyed every second of it! Although I did sit quietly and didn’t beg for another piece while I watched her finish the rest.

Hmph,
Oakie