That was the question I heard as I was about to take my first bite of dinner. Typically sentences like this wouldn’t really get in my way of having something to eat ((especially when I was starving because I didn’t eat all day)), but something in Megan’s voice made me jump out of my seat and quickly get to the other side of the table.
During the few nano-seconds that it took me to go from the fully seated position to almost around our dining room table I thought the worst. “What does Floppie have?” , I thought, “What could it possibly be?” I mean, this is Floppie we’re talking about, so God only knows what it could be at this point. It could be a bone, our Frog Friend from the backyard, Benz – really I had absolutely no clue what it could be and with Megan’s tone of voice I was a bit concerned!
Butter.
Yes, you read that right, Floppie was eating a stick of butter. Not margarine, not Country Crock, but a full stick of good ole’ butter. He was eating right through the wrapper, didn’t care a bit.
I guess it could have been much worse than just butter and I’m really glad we were able to laugh about it as we resumed our dinner. Floppie, on the other hand, we believe was a bit upset as we took away his new special treat. 😛
Dad said,
April 2, 2009 @ 10:36 am
How did Floppie get the butter. What a treat!