PB and J
This weekend, Kevin and I went with my cousins to Minute Maid Park to take the walking tour. My little cousin, Baylie, rode with Kevin and me to the park, and along the way we discussed how she would hold my hand the whole time to make sure she didn't get lost.
"You're peanut butter and I'm jelly," I said. "You're M and I'm M; you're cheese and I'm crackers. Got it?"
"Yep," she replied. "I'm peanut butter and you're jelly. I'm cheese and you're crackers."
I thought we had an understanding, until we got to the park and Baylie immediately ran away from me so that she could latch on to our 12-year-old cousin, Brianne.
"Baylie - I thought we agreed that you were peanut butter?" I asked her. And without missing a single beat, Baylie replied, "I am peanut butter...but Brianne's jelly now."
Ditched by a 5-year-old. Can't get much lower than that!