Hello My Name Is Bijou and I'm An Addict.

Yes, it's true furiends. I am addicted to peanut butter and it's getting so bad my mom says I may need an intervention soon.
I don't know what that means but it can't be good.

Look at this picture closely though.
Can you see the hand holding the pb jar?
That is my mom's hand.
Wouldn't you say she is encouraging my addiction?

Now look very closely at this picture.
See my tongue licking the bottom of the pb jar?
I couldn't do that if mom wasn't enabling me.
She has to come to my rescue when I get my head stuck in the jar.

Here I am sharing my addiction with my little brother.
I know I shouldn't get him hooked on pb,
but my addiction is strong and if he gets addicted too
then mom will have to buy more jars of pb and
I won't have to worry about running out.
Pure genius wouldn't you say?

Look how anxious Banjo got when I took control of the pb jar.
He is wondering if he'll get another taste.

Can you see how well my plan is working?
Banjo got such a craving for more pb that he "took" the jar away from me.

Little brother is trying real hard to reach
the pb at the bottom of the jar.
You think maybe he needs my help?

Now what's he doing?

OMD! He's got it figured out already.

Oh geez that's not fair!
The runt's head is so small he doesn't even need mom to hold the jar!

Oh well.
A little pb shared today will make sure I have a jar or two of pb in the kitchen cabinet AT ALL TIMES.
Cause just look at Banjo's glazed over eyes.
I do believe little brother has become a pb addict just like me!
BOL