Sometimes I Just Don’t Understand Them

Finnegan has a little obsession with butter. The kind that comes in the tub. It never fails, every time I make pancakes he insists on sticking his tiny little finger in the butter. *hold gag reflex* He licks it off his finger and says, “Da-Yishus!” I put the top back on and get it back into the refrigerator as fast as possibly before his slimy little finger takes another dunk.

I bought a new tub of butter yesterday. Perfect creamy and smooth, untouched surface. Today, under Daddy’s watchful eye, Finnegan stole the butter and ate half the tub. I can feel my arteries screaming in agony right now. Gross! Does he seriously find it that “Da-Yishus?”