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Mel member Reged: 12/14/05 Posts: 6896 Loc: Excelsior Springs, MO A Father'sMustard Story       07/05/07 02:21 PM Edit   Reply   Quote   Quick Reply   As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of my jaw 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 have 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 on my tongue. Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said........... "Now you know why they call that fancy mustard 'Poupon.'" -------------------- Member DU, Delta Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names - John Kennedy Post Extras

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