Do you have any idea how much shampoo it takes to get peanut butter pie out of hair as thick and long as mine? A lot.
Larry and I have spent the day playing around, teasing each other. I got the upper hand, and when we went into the kitchen for drinks, he threatened me playfully with the last piece of Supreme Peanut Butter Pie. I threatened him with dire consequences, all within our well established household version of the Geneva Convention. Suddenly, the pie hit me in the side of the face, full force!
Matt had reached up under Larry’s arms and shoved his hands, pushing the pie onto the side of my face, glasses, and hair.
After a moment of shock, I suppressed my laughter and decided to take the high road. As I regally removed myself from the kitchen, I heard Larry squeak to Matt, “What did you do THAT for?!?”
Matt squeaked back, “But… you looked like you wanted to do it so badly!”
Beware the Pies of March.
Well, Matt was born on the Ides of March. Perhaps there’s a link there?