Smooth as Peanut Butter

Anytime Moma and I would open a new jar of peanut butter, it was our routine to make a happy face on the top. One of our little things we did that I still do today.

As Moma’s dementia became more prominent, when asked how matters were, her response was always, “smooth as peanut butter.”

We never did discussed chunky peanut butter. 😁