I was enjoying a moment in the kitchen. You know-the one where no one else is around and you can eat what you want. I was eating Brie with crackers. I felt like such a grown up. Then, in walks my youngest son with his yes fixated on my Brie.

“What cha eatin‘, Mom?” he asked me.

I know where this is going, so I just offer him a piece right away. No reason to drag it out. “Here. Try some.”

He eagerly takes a bite. Then he grimaces. My husband joined us and asked what we were eating.

Without hesitation, my son said, “It’s old butter-Mom likes it.”