Once when I was a child (much younger child) my stepfather purchased a bag of PB cups for myself and my 6 other brothers and sisters. We arrived home and everyone was either out or away. My stepfather placed the bag (brown-paper) in the freezer so that we could all enjoy the delicious frozen snack later.
While my Stepfather had many things to think about, work, wife, kids, groceries, bills, I had only one thing. Those damn PB cups. After a day went by, I snuck in and got my own bar out. After three days went by, it became clear that he had forgotten about the bag. I ate every single one and really, to this day, cannot look at a pb cup package without guilt.