This was just emailed to me, those with little ones may get a good laugh:
"This is a true story. If you have children you will probably relate to this father.
As ham sandwiches go, It was prefection. A thick slab of ham, a fresh bun, crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light-brown, gourmet mustard.
The corner of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the picnic table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.
"Hold Johnny (our 6 wk. old son) while I get my sandwich, "she said.
I had him balanced between my left elbow & shoulder & 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 1st & only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding. 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 mustad "Poupon"
