Just Like Butter

I was putting the final touches on our pot roast dinner. The kids were hungry, so they were already helping themselves to some french bread with butter. Ben wanted a second piece, so Emily said she would get it for him.

It didn't dawn on me that she might not know that less is more.


I shrieked when I saw the mountain of butter which made her a little angry. She thought she was doing a good job. Maybe, but only at giving her brother a heart attach at the age of four.