Have a Little Corn with your Butter

To celebrate Labor day, we had a barbecue, which included corn on the cob.

I of course, buttered my corn by cutting off a little pad of butter and spreading it with my butter knife.  My husband?  Well, he's not quite as civilized as me.  He took his ear of corn and rolled it in the whole stick of butter.  My son saw that, and thought that was the greatest thing in the world.

"Can I do that?" he asked.

"Sure, Bubba," my husband said.

I groaned as I watched my boy grab an ear of corn and start rolling.  He rolled.  And rolled. And rolled.

"Bubba," I said.  "That's enough!"

"No, it's not!" he said.  "I haven't even gone through a half a stick."

By the time he was done, he had used up almost the entire stick.

"Bubba," I said.  "Next time have a little corn with your butter!"