Unusual title, I know. It's something we joke about often around here, watching Damon scarf down buttered noodles or buttered rice or buttered toast or... you get the idea.
Today while I was getting ready for Bible study, I noticed too late that it had gotten quiet downstairs. He and I needed to leave in about 10 minutes to be on time. Sure enough, the Damonator had discovered a softened stick of butter on the kitchen counter and had proceeded to wax the kitchen floor with the whole stick. Naturally, he himself had not escaped the buttery goodness, and he needed changed from the skin out.
Thankfully, I'd already gotten everything ready and I could change him and toss him into his carseat while leaving a slippery (JUST MOPPED LESS THAN A WEEK AGO) kitchen floor to be dealt with later.
He had a nice bath tonight.
The End.
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