My husband loves butter. He loves it so much he is the only person I’ve ever seen put butter not just on the top of his bread but on the sides as well. Recently I discovered that this is a genetic trait.
At dinner my four year old children faced with a plate of potatoes clambered for salt (a taste they clearly got from me). Their request was granted to be followed only seconds later by pleas for butter. My soon to be two year old joined the ruckus and being a good parent who just wanted to silence the noise I put a pat of butter on the potatoes. My four year olds clambered for the butter to be spread over their potatoes. Being a good mother who again, only wanted some peace and quite, I complied. All would have been well and harmony restored except that while this was going on my two year old, Jordy picked up the butter and popped it into his mouth. I was certain it would be spit out a moment later, but instead it was met with emphatic pleas for more! Spread it on the potatoes for him, my husband suggested….this sounded good so I tried it. Nope, he wanted the butter which he happily ate two more times before my disgusting quotient couldn’t take it any more. Maybe he’ll grow out of it?!!!!!
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