Modest Goddess

Mommy just had to have a little tiny lie-down on the couch yesterday in between bringing Little Big Man home from therapy and emptying the dishwasher before heading off to work, and Little Big Man obligingly turned down the volume of play so much that Mommy fell into a deep, deep sleep for about six and a half minutes. And when she woke up, things were quiet ... too quiet.

"Joe?" Mommy called from beneath her winter coat on the couch. It sounded like he was in the dining room. Had he discovered the laptop, which had been left on, and was now busy googling Wall-E?

Mommy reluctantly emerged from her cocoon and went into the dining room to investigate. Little Big Man was sitting in a chair gazing out the window. Clutched in one hand was a half stick of butter with teeth marks on it. Next to him was the rest of the package. He seemed peaceful, as if he were enjoying a cup of coffee or a glass of wine.

"Did you EAT that?" Mommy sputtered.

Little Big Man looked up, blissed out. "Yes," he said.

Mommy resisted the urge not to laugh, scream or run to the phone to report the incident to Big Big Man. She gently removed the butter from Little Big Man's hands and put it back in the refrigerator.

And later, when she googled "toddler butter," she found this: http://gangalike.magnify.net/video/Toddler-caught-with-butter.