A simple statement. One I had never heard before nor did I ever expect to. So...when I was approached by our daughter yesterday afternoon with enough bubble gum caught up in her hair to patch the Titanic...I could feel myself slowly slipping into panic mode. Like Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo...falling...spinning.....I tried getting it out with my hand. Not working. For a brief moment, I'm thinking scissors. Not gonna do it. Would not be prudent. So I call my wife. She instructs me to put peanut butter on it. PEANUT BUTTER? OK...where are the cameras? I'm getting punked, right? No...peanut butter. So, in a voice Joe Pesci would have been proud to use in Goodfellas...I says to my wife I says..."Ehhhh OK...Tanks". With the kids off for Christmas break...I'm thinking that if there is any peanut butter in the house...it is probably holding two moldy pieces of bread together under a bed or being used as an Xbox stabilizer. As luck would have it...one scoop remained. Off to the bathroom we walk. I take our daughter's gum encased hair and rub peanut butter into the blob. Then...like a magic trick performed by Criss Angel before he started painting his nails black...the gum began to dissolve. It was a miracle! Right there...I knew our daughter would not have to go the next 6 months looking like the keyboard player for A Flock Of Seagulls! A quick shower and a thourough brushing and all was right in the world. It is the little victories we claim that add up to take the edge off the losses. Yesterday...I was Patton!