When Billy was about Baden’s age, he loved tomatoes. Not to eat, but to carry around. He liked the smooth skin, I guess. Ocassionally I would find a tomato in the living room or in the toy basket. Luckily, I would find them missing soon after I bought them so no yucky messes to clean up. Today while at the commissary I figured out what Baden likes – butter. With a just few more items to get, I picked up some butter for baking. I put the box in the cart and went in search of ‘Elmo’ cheese. My search came up short so I turned to start pushing the cart to the checkout. That’s when I see Baden squishing a stick of butter in his hands. He had opened the box, unwrapped the butter and was enjoying the feel of butter in his hands. When I saw him the only thing I could say was oh, no which Baden repeated over and over again. I got it all cleaned up and usually I would have just bought the box, but another stick was missing and was on the seat of the cart with no wrapper to be found. I guess I just panicked because I was a bad shopper and hid it really far behind the cream cheese. I have never done that. Billy ended up with butter on his shoe. I am not sure how that happened and Baden had butter on his jacket and of course in between his fingers. It was another exciting day at the commissary.
And this is why I avoid the commissary..although it does surprise me that you did the evidence…well the little bit that you could.
I meant hid.
That is too funny! I can see that sweet little Baden face thoroughly enjoying squishy butter and oh so innocently saying “oh no! oh no!”
Thinking about it today, I should have been a good shopper and taken it to the customer service window. I will definitely have to ask for forgiveness on this one.
When I was Baden’s age my mother found me sitting on the table eating the butter!!! It must run in the family genes :). I too can see that sweet little guy having the best time with the butter.