Can you make me a peanut butter?

Yesterday Derrick kept hounding me and hounding me to let him call Holly on the phone. I was busy cutting vinyl and trying to get something done, so I finally relented and dialed the number not thinking much about it. The next thing I know he is saying, "Can you make me a peanut butter and bring it to me?" Then I hear, "She doesn't like peanut butters and she's doing something!" "I'm starving! Pleeeeeeese!" When can you get it here?" Nice...I am looking like a crappy mother at this point and rolling on the floor. I have to admit, it was funny. Don't worry...he got a peanut butter...sandwich that is!