Saturday, January 26, 2013

Baby, You Butter My Cheese

I've had the title of this post started for a couple months now and kept putting it off, but after going back to Orange County and talking to so many good friends who follow this blog I realized I need to keep posting things whether its perfect or not.

Was that a run-on sentence?

Too groggy to care. More writing, less editing.

As many of you have seen, I have a very spirited and very opinionated little girl.

She knows what she wants and it is completely my fault if I don't understand the difference between one babble and another. 

A few months ago she was going through a teething phase and was hungry. Bread and butter is one of her favorite things to eat and usually involves her trying to eat as much of the butter and as little of the bread as possible. Another favorite is cheese, which she pronounces "Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese" in a high pitched voice.

She wanted butter. That much I understood. But when I handed her bread and butter tears followed. 

"What do you want?" I asked.  

"CHEEEEEEEESE!" came the tearful reply.

I handed her a slice of cheddar cheese.

She took it...and tears started anew as she handed it back. 

"What?!" I asked, exasperated, "You said you wanted cheese!"

"Bu...bu..." she wimpered.

Then I got it.

"You want butter...on your cheese?" I asked.

Vigorous nodding.

So when we really want to express how much we love each other in our family, we now say, "I'd butter your cheese."