My sweet baboo begins the last year of his forties. After fixing our pepper level at a local Tex-Mex spot, we went for ice cream (no, I did not make him a cake...his birthday's on a Wednesday this year! If you want a homemade cake, have a birthday on the weekend. When Molly gets back from the McKinney Bandys' Friday, she'll provide a cake. Don't worry, there will be cake.) Since it was a special, my special boy got a special treat--peanut butter hot fudge sundae, mmmmmmm. It is vital to note this confection...it marked what is likely the first time the words "It's too much peanut butter" have ever crossed his lips. It took forty-nine years, but the peanut butter finally defeated him. Long live the king!
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