So we decided to have a little fun and instead of setting our hair on fire we thought, how about something that won’t require reconstructive surgery? And that’s when we broke out the creamy peanut butter and spread a heaping dollop on the top of Chuck’s nose. We had no idea that Chuck could contort his tongue in so many different ways, and so this week I’ll be featuring a different picture every day of him trying to get off that damn peanut butter without the aid of opposable thumbs.
