Your hair smellls like butter
Last night I got a rare treat. For most of this week, I’ve been up all night leveling up my character in Fable. The game is entirely addicting and I haven’t been able to put it down. Doesn’t hurt that my wife has been out of town this week, so I get to do all the things I can’t normally do, like staying up all night playing Xbox.
Last night Andrea came home and I actually planned to get some sleep. Unfortunately it just wasn’t to be. For dinner, I’d given Tristan, my three year old a baked potato for dinner. Straightening up the house I’d neglected all week, I let my son eat his dinner while watching his favorite cartoons. A few minutes later, I came back in to find him next to the counter with his hands dipping into the five-pound tub of butter. Scooping handfuls into his mouth, he screamed when I grabbed it away from him. A brand new tub and he’d eaten about a third of it.
If he can drink rubbing alcohol than I guess 2 pounds of butter isn’t much of a stretch. Of course, if you think that is gross, it’s much worse coming back up. Little did I know he was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off (Actually I knew, I just figured it come out over the next couple of days.)
The bomb exploded at 2 am Pacific coast time. Two pounds of creamy churned butter exorcized its way onto the bed sheets, pillow cases, bedspread and Andrea. Her hair seemed to soak up most of the fountain. Puke is bad, no matter what the form. But I have to say, butter is one of the grossest things to have spewed up all over you. The bedroom reeked of that buttery smell and seemed to coat our skin just from being in the same room.
Tristan doesn’t normally stay with us, except when Andrea has been gone for a bunch of days. A practice that I think may come to an abrupt halt. As well as ordering extra butter at the theater for my popcorn.
