OT giggle

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, a fresh bun crisp lettuce and plenty of
expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard.

The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it
to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands
but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.

"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. 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 mustard..."Poupon."



Smile, You never know who's watching.


--
Mary
http://community.webshots.com/user/mardor1948

In article , "maryd"
wrote:

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, a fresh bun crisp lettuce and plenty of
expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard.

The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it
to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands
but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.

"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. 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 mustard..."Poupon."



Smile, You never know who's watching.


Ewwwwwww!!!!!!! wiping my own tongue in sympathy
--
Sandy in Henderson, near Las Vegas
my ISP is earthlink.net -- put sfoster1(at) in front
http://home.earthlink.net/~sfoster1

AKA Dame Sandy, Minister of Education

*wiping eyes and clutching aching sides*
Thank you for that... I don't have kids but having raised scores of orphaned
baby critters, I can relate. There but for the grace of God....

--
Debi

Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?


"Sandy Foster" wrote in message
...
In article , "maryd"
wrote:

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, a fresh bun crisp lettuce and plenty of
expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard.

The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it
to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands
but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.

"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. 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 mustard..."Poupon."



Smile, You never know who's watching.


Ewwwwwww!!!!!!! wiping my own tongue in sympathy
--
Sandy in Henderson, near Las Vegas
my ISP is earthlink.net -- put sfoster1(at) in front
http://home.earthlink.net/~sfoster1

AKA Dame Sandy, Minister of Education

maryd wrote:

This is a true story If you have children you will probably relate to
this father.

Only a man... Women sniff BEFORE licking...
--
Kate XXXXXX
Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons
http://www.diceyhome.free-online.co.uk
Click on Kate's Pages and explore!

Giggle my foot!!! The boys (8) and I are rolling around guffawing!!! Sent
this one on to DH & a few friends. Thanks.