My daughter forwarded this to me. Hilarious!

(This is a true story.)
If you have children you will probably relate
to this father.

As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection. A thick
slab of ham, a fresh bun, crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive,
light brown, gourmet mustard.
The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation. I carried it to the
table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands but was
stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.
"Hold Mark (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said.
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and 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 first and 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 mustard..."Poupon".
When you stop laughing, pass it on.

DJ I was clear at the back of the house when I read this and laughed so hard my son who was in the kitchen came back to see what was so funny. He had a similar experience when his son, my grandson was a baby. Only the poupon dribbled all down the front of his brand new tan suit right before church on Easter. How funny, thanks for the laugh....