The following conversation may or may not have happened this evening:
Me: Do you know what’s a shame?
Husband: What’s that?
Me: That you don’t like peanut butter.
Husband: I know.
Me: Like, seriously. It’s a problem.
Husband: I know. Seriously. It makes no sense.
Me: Seriously! How could you not like peanut butter? It’s amazing.
Husband: I know. I love peanuts, I love butter, I don’t know why I don’t like it. What’s wrong with me?
Me: You have to try it again. It’s soooooooo good. Peanut butter desserts are the BEST.
Husband: I know, I bet peanut butter makes things so much better. I have to like it.
Me: Tonight, I want you to take a spoonful.
Husband: No, I’m not ready.
Me: Come on. Buck up.
Husband: No. But how about a Reese’s.
Me: MMMMMMMM Reese’s.
Husband: How about Reese’s Pieces?
Me: I need them. NOW. Can you go out and get them?
Husband: Really? Ok.
[Husband pauses to think] Husband: Do you know what we should totally do? We should do a Top Chef style candy bar taste test challenge.
Me: No, we can’ do that. Can we?
Husband: We’re doing it.

Yes, we are adults.
Yes, we are parents.
Yes we have impulse control.
Allegedly.
I don’t care.
He had me at Reese’s.
So, I will give you one guess as to what we will be doing as soon as our daughter falls asleep.
I’ll give you a hint:
It’s nutty.
I know, I crack myself up, too.
Get it?
Crack?
As in “nut”?
Okay, enough. Candy bars are a-callin’.
Judge all you want.
But I’m the one with the candy.

Here is the recipe for making 2 tired, new parents ridiculously happy:
Take 1 boring Thursday night.
Add a boat load of candy.
Throw in a dash of competitive spirit.
Live sweetly and enjoy.