With a jar of Nutella

Being from the long line of sweet-tooths that I am, there is one staple that can (almost always) be found in each of my siblings (and mom's, and oma's, and aunt's & uncle's) households.
Today, we'll be discussing the jars that disappear from my mother's cupboard. Every time my 8yo niece visits.
Last night, I went down to my mom's house, to chat with my older brother who has just returned from China. He had picked up a dress (size M) that he though would fit me. I laughed at him. Flat out laughed. I picked up the size L that he had laying out, and tried to squish myself into it. I managed to get it over my shoulders (miracle!) but not over my fat butt.
Oh, right. Nutella.
My brother had all the goodies he brought back from China spread all over the guest bedroom. While sitting on the floor looking through everything, I leaned against the bed, and something shiney and silvery caught my eyes*. I leaned closer, and burst out laughing. It was a jar of Nutella, spoon still inside, lid barely on. Stashed between the bed and the wall.

We've also found jars (with spoons!) scattered throughout my mom's house. Including the rarely-used-steps that no longer connect to the no-longer existing deck.

Damn... now I want to go home and make toast, with nutella... mmmmm!


*"Ooooooh sparkley!!"