I LOVE MUSTARD

[morningstar]

I Love Mustard. (This is a true story. If you have
children you will probably relate to this father.)
As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick
slab of ham on a fresh bun
with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light
brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of
my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our
backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped by my wife
suddenly at my side. "Here,
hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my
sandwich," she said.
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder
and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on
my fingers. I love mustard. I had no napkin.
I licked it off.
It was not mustard.
No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the first
and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding. With a
washcloth in each hand, I
did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do; only I did
it on my tongue.
Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard,
my wife said, "Now you
know why they call that fancy mustard . . "Poupon."

[Joyce7]

ooooo, what a horrible mistake to make. With little children, anythng is possible. Yuck........Joyce