BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I had decided to sleep in this afternoon as I had a long, tiring week at work. To my surprise, my 18 month old daughter did not try to climb on top of me and wake me as she usually does when I sleep in. Deciding to investigate, I heard a crackle, a loud crunch, smacking lips, two swallows, and two giggles. As I entered the room, I saw both my daughter and my husband sitting on the sofa, the TV playing in the background. On their faces, I saw the evidence: chocolate and flakes from the scrumptious layers of what was once a candy bar. On the floor lay 2 yellow, crumpled BUTTERFINGER wrappers.