Like peanut butter.
I opened the bag, and there was a tub of Skippy.
Me: Um... what the hell is this?
Him: (not even looking at me) Peanut Butter.
Me: How'd you know what I was holding?
Him: Cause I knew when I bought it that you were going to complain about it.
Me: Well, choosy Mom's choose Jif.
Him: Welp, broke Dad's choose Skippy.
And there you have it... broke Dad's choose Skippy.