looking for a sale on strawberry jam

I make homemade rolls. It's how I prove I am a good mommy. Mostly to myself. They're not really all that hard and everyone is very impressed when you conveniently mention that they are made from scratch. The boys adore them, especially Johnny, who would subsist on them alone if such a thing were allowed. Last night I pulled a bag of these family favorites out of the freezer to go with our homemade chicken noodle soup (I know, rock star, right?). Tommy must have jam on his rolls. Must. He has also taken to insisting on doing  things for himself these days. Whatever, more power to him. I handed him the jar and a spoon. Moments later I glanced over at him at dinner and saw this:

If you are not sure what is in the jar, here's a close-up.

I pondered how I felt about this, I mean, it was sugar-free and there had to be some fruit in there somewhere. Besides it was now ruined for anyone else to eat. I settled with a mild lecture on germs and eating directly out of jars and left it at that. After a few minutes I sent him up to take a bath and started doing dishes while Johnny finished eating. I returned from a trip to the dishwasher to find this;

I just let him finish the jar because he doesn't listen to my lectures anyway.