Last Sunday Ivan walked into the kitchen to find Kaleb sitting at the counter with an open jar of peanut butter. Kaleb looked at Ivan and said, "I'm not doing anything." He had peanut butter on his hands, face and clothes. Later that night I found a bunch of peanut butter spots on the carpet in the living room. I'm sure glad he wasn't doing anything. If he was we would really be in trouble.
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