This morning I was making pancakes in our kitchen, with Luca standing on her little chair next to me, watching as I used a little bit of butter to grease the frying pan.
I looked away for a second to put a pancake on a plate, and when I turned back, I saw Luca's hand by her mouth, her tongue sticking out. It took me a second to realize she'd picked up the nub of butter and was licking it.
"Luca, that's gross honey. You need to put that down."
"No, mama. I like it."
"Sweetie," taking the butter out of her hand, "we don't eat butter like that. We use it for cooking and baking."
"NO! No Mama!"
"Mama...," breaking into full-bodied sobs, "I want it! I want the butter!!!"
"Luca, you don't want that. That's gross."
"NO! NO MAMA! I NEED TO EAT THE BUTTER!!!!"
Seriously, sometimes I can't believe these things actually happen.