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 Dick's jaw aching in
anticipation, he carried it to the table in his
backyard, picked it up with both hands but
was stopped, suddenly by his wife.
"Hold Junior (their six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich,"
she said. Dick had him balanced between his left elbow and
shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when
he noticed a streak of mustard on his fingers.
Dick loves mustard. He had no napkin. So, he just licked it right off. But,
It was not mustard!!! No man ever put a baby down faster.
