BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

While waiting for me to rent a movie, my son ran into the local drug store to buy his beloved Butterfinger. He was so excited to eat it when he returned to me. I started asking him about what movie he wanted to rent and was able to distract him enough that I was able to nab the wonderful, crunchy, creamy peanutty-good Butterfinger from his bag. I know, I know, what kind of mother am I to steal the Butterfinger from her young son...a Butterfinger lovin' mom! He should have known to get me one also, he had to know what would happen....and he did. He had a back-up the whole time.