Butter?......I picked up my boys from school yesterday and 'youngest' looked like he had had a tub of yoghurt (Aussie spelling for you US folks) thrown at him. There were yoghurt stains on his hat, shirt, shorts... even his little socks. "How did this happen? Why is your whole uniform absolutely filthy? I asked. Standard boy answer.... "I don't know" (actually it was quite an emphatic "I have absolutely no idea Mum"). Hmmm, I knew he was lying.
After a severe session of 'motherly threats', turns out that he has been eating his yoghurt at lunch WITH HIS FINGERS (NO SPOON)... HE DIDN'T EVEN DO THAT AS A BABY!!!!. Being of scientific persuasion, knowing the actual bugs that inhabit his fingers (personally... on a first name basis), I was beyond mortified, and as no horrific 'E.Coli death stories' seemed to fluster him........ I made him eat his dinner with his fingers..... all of it....... no cutlery. Roast Chicken. Veges. Gravy.
Oh he was stoic! Still non flustered, the only thing that struck fear and panic in his little heart was a 'straight to the blog' threat... so here it is... our dirty family secret. My sweet, little angel-faced boy is not so sweet and angelic. Where is this in the 'How To Bring Up Little Gentlemen Manual'?
Beyond mortified I am... still.
P.S. See Katrina you are not alone in your boy challenges!