While nannying the other day, the 5-year-old decided she wanted to make a snack. Peanut butter crackers, to be exact. I was thrilled about this snack option, as most of the foods she wants to ‘make’ range from absurd (a witch’s brew), to disgusting (a fruit salad consisting of a mashed banana, berries, carrots, and tomato juice), to inedible (she has suggested using glue as an ingredient). So she pulls out the crackers and the peanut butter. The 1-year-old sees these ingredients and gets excited (peanut butter and crackers are two of his favorite foods), so I put him in his high chair at the table. His sister sticks the knife in the jar of peanut butter and pulls out a clump, which she drops onto the cracker. She attempts to spread this peanut butter around, but it mostly remains a cracker with a lump of peanut butter. She puts this finished product in front of her brother for him to eat. Meanwhile, she sees that there is still some peanut butter left on the knife. So she thoroughly licks the knife before placing it back into the jar of peanut butter. Every OCD impluse in my body cringes.
The 1-year-old, while seemingly excited about eating this cracker, just sticks his hand on it instead. Seeing that the peanut butter acts as some sort of adhesive, he puts the cracker back down and repositions his arm so that the peanut butter cracker will now stick to his arm and sleeve. He holds it up like this for a while until it falls back to the table. Then he runs his fingers through the peanut butter and licks them. Apparently that did not provide enough peanut butter. So he grabs the cracker, crunches it in his hand, and drops all of the crumbs to the floor, leaving a majority of the peanut butter on his hands. (Sidenote: I had just cleaned up the enormous mess he made when throwing all of his lunch foods on the floor.) So now his hands are covered in peanut butter. Rather than licking his fingers, he raises his arms in the air.
From the title of this post, I’m sure you can see where this is going.
And soon the hands come down to his head.
And the peanut butter fingers run all through his hair.
His sister found this hilarious. I dropped my head to the table and sighed.
I cleaned him up, but some peanut butter didn’t come out of his hair. At least he has a snack for later.