Oh we have a butter eater. She would order waffles at restaurants to eat the little packets of butter that came with them. We didn’t figure that out for a while. Then I would catch her with a spoon full of butter. So weird what they like.
We all have our humanity in common but it is these butter eating little quirks that makes us as different as snowflakes. Congratulations on becoming a grandparent. I admit to being envious. Our middle child will be the first one to make it down the alter. He is getting married at a lifeguard station on the beach in a couple of weeks. I'm hoping they will have a child in the next year or two. He likes telling people, "We're weirdos; we're getting married, then having a baby."