Peanuts...

This year, before Christmas, a generous colleague or student gave me some chocolates, which I brought home.

G found a chocolate Santa (you know, the solid milk chocolate Santas wrapped in colored foil?) one Saturday morning and sat down at the table to eat it when Jocelyn walked up:

J: Whazzat, Dada?

G (picture a "deer caught in headlights" look): Um... it's chocolate.

J: K'aye have some?

G: No, it has peanuts.  (braces himself for the reaction)

J: Oh. Okay.
and she toddled off to the next room to play with her toys.

George was shocked.  I gave him a good whack when I found out what he did.  Jocelyn even told me a few minutes later, "Daddy eating choc-a-dit. I can't eat it. It gots peanuts.  I 'wer-jic."