Mmph! Mmph!

A few minutes ago, feeling in the mood for a snack despite the lack of snackables in the house, I took a fork and scooped out some peanut butter. As I ate it, I bumped my arm and dropped the fork.

Gracie was almost directly underneath, and there was still a little PB on the tines of the fork. Naturally, she grabbed it by the business end. Mind filled with the image of tines puncturing the roof of her mouth, I yelled at her to drop it.

Or tried to. My mouth, of course, was still full of peanut butter.

(She did drop the fork, and does not appear to be injured.)