In my family there are many-a-tale about my butter thievery. Bites taken out of sticks, fingers dragged through margarine tubs. Gross, I know...but who am I to judge the taste buds of a child? Especially when that child was me, or more recently my Julian. It appears that my taste for all things butter have transcended to my very own offspring. When I turned my back, the little sneak snatched up my tablespoon, which was indeed full of margarine and began to eat away. What could I do at that point other than let him finish it off. I'm sure my parents and grandparents would have let me do the same. You can be certain I will keep my butter spoons in my apron pocket from here on out. And now to wait and see if Julian or Noah use whole pitted black olives to cap off their finger tips then eat them (yes, another child-Jen favorite).
In my family there are many-a-tale about my butter thievery. Bites taken out of sticks, fingers dragged through margarine tubs. Gross, I know...but who am I to judge the taste buds of a child? Especially when that child was me, or more recently my Julian. It appears that my taste for all things butter have transcended to my very own offspring. When I turned my back, the little sneak snatched up my tablespoon, which was indeed full of margarine and began to eat away. What could I do at that point other than let him finish it off. I'm sure my parents and grandparents would have let me do the same. You can be certain I will keep my butter spoons in my apron pocket from here on out. And now to wait and see if Julian or Noah use whole pitted black olives to cap off their finger tips then eat them (yes, another child-Jen favorite). 
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