Zane and I were enjoying a couple of freshly made tortillas the other day. We always put a little butter on them when they are still warm, because we like them that way.
Butter is a comfort food. Slather a bit of melty butter on a piece of warm bread, and I am assured that all will be right with the world, at least for a few moments. When I was a kid, butter sandwiches felt like a luxury, and rated right up there with gravy bread. These days I can't eat as much butter as I'd like, because of that whole health thing. When I do eat butter, I make it an event. An event that I love to share with my boy.
On this special occasion, Zane took a contented bite of his tortilla.
"I love butter," he said. "It tastes like people holding hands."***
I smiled, and the warm feeling in my chest had nothing to do with the butter.
5.) Something that made you smile this week.
***I have no idea what people holding hands tastes like. I choose to not think about how my child might have arrived at his conclusion. Because, ick.