Can't trust my own son
Submitted by fred z on 4/1/2010 9:17 AM
I sent my Butterfinger down on the table so I could answer the phone. By the time I got off the phone my Butterfinger was missing. I found the empty wrapper laying on the floor next to my 5 year old son who had a large grin and looked very satisfied. He confessed immediately and told me it was worth it. "That Butterfinger was the best ever!".