It's a woman's prerogative

Well, they say it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind. Apparently Bean has tapped into this at the mature age of 4. To understand the full weight of her announcement today, I have to give you some back story.

Since she was old enough to safely eat it, Bean has hated peanut butter. We're talking full-body shudders, and facial contortions that would make Jim Carrey proud. We gave her a Reese's peanut butter cup when she was about 2 years old (I know... feel free to revoke my Mommy of the Year award), and she disappeared with it. I went to find her, and she was in the bathroom, washing the peanut butter out of the cup so she could eat the chocolate. She has developed the sensitive taste buds of a wine connoisseur, and can sense peanut butter in the smallest traces.

This has come at no small level of shock to me, since I am the Peanut Butter Queen. Not only is there always peanut butter in the house, but I require a backup peanut butter to be present at all times in our pantry. Just in case some fluke summer blizzard hits the area, and the grocery stores are overrun with panicked people who take all the peanut butter. You never know. "Forget the toilet paper! Who needs water! Give me the peanut butter!"

After honeymooning in another country, and finding out they did not have peanut butter available, I now bring an emergency peanut butter jar with me on all out-of-country travels. I know... I really should get help.

So today, with all the gravity that such an announcement requires, Bean declared, "I have decided that I like peanut butter." Once I recovered from my shock, I rallied forth with a joyous shout: "Huzzah! PB&J for dinner!"