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 th e 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 out.

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.''

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I don't know which to do...

I've never like mustard to start with. Since having had babies...I know why. :sick:

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me too

eeeww....eeeeww.....eewww......eeewww!!

Sera has the squirts... she was sitting in her little entertainment bouncer thingy she grinned up at me I picked her up and soon as her butt landed on my arm i knew something was amiss as my arm was now wet.. then the odor hit, I turned her around and sure enough halfway up her back I looked at Misty and said - I licked it off... It was not Mustard... she couldn't stop laughing.... I took a shower....