Lena.
You may have heard me mention her before.
Sometimes when she is in the mood for a little snack, she will waltz herself over to the fridge, grab the butter, grab a utensil (or sometimes, her fingers will do) and snack away.
This is absolutely and horrifyingly the TRUTH. She loves butter. Big time.
It makes my stomach hurt a little just to witness it.
Don't worry, I don't let her get away with it for long... once I realize what she's up to, she is forced against her will to return the butter to its home.
But only after I get a few pictures...
(Please don't lecture me on how unsafe it is that she is sucking on that knife... believe me, I KNOW!)
Whenever I see it happen, I am reminded of my little sister Amy, who also loved butter.
When we were little, because she knew it disgusted me, she would get the container of butter
and scoop out nasty amounts with her fingers, then make a big show of eating it in front of me.
And I would just sit and watch her, ready to throw up.
Why I didn't just run out of the room, I'll never know.
(Thanks for those memories Amy...)