Peanut Butter Porter-ism

Swearing and Looking for the peanut butter all over my kitchen (we buy the giant jar - not hard to miss), I ask Hayden, "Did you move the peanut butter? I've looked everywhere - even the fridge!"
"No Mom - I put it in the pantry."
Hmmm...Okay - not in the pantry....
A minute later, Porter comes walking out and says, "Mom, I want some peanut butter."
"I can't find it, honey."
He smiles his little devilish smile, swaggers over to the fish tank and pulls the peanut butter jar out from under the table, and hands it to me... "want some peanut butter, Mom...on a spoon like Daddy." omigosh....this kid.