OT - fancy 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 and 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 and had no napkin so 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."

 

What a great story!  I laughed so loud the dog left the room (he has no sense of humor!)

OMG, OMG, OMG, this is too funny...I laughed so hard!!!!!!!!!!! When Savannah was about three months old, I was lying and holding her over me when she spit up and of course, it hit my mouth full blast...I thought that was bad but this takes the cake!  Or I should say, the mustard!  I'll take the spit up breast milk anyday!!!!!

 I'm still wiping the tears from my cheeks from laughing so hard.  That was great.