BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I had gone to the store for groceries one day and grabbed a butterfinger while standing in the check out line. Went home and put away the groceries and left my treat sitting on the table. Started a load of laundry and went to shower. When I returned to the kitchen, my butterfinger was gone. Turns out, my teenage son had come home from school and assumed it was for him. Boy did he find out that it was not. Needless to say, he has learned to never touch my butterfinger again. The end.