Mustard-Mustard (Funny)
This is a true story, sent to me by a friend who shall remain nameless. 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, juicy tomato, and plenty of expensive, light brown, Gourmet Mustard.
The corners of my jaws 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.
"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 had 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 to 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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and I know exactly how that looked...
Originally Posted by DJD
