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David Pina
> > > > Ham Sandwich
> > > > > This is a true story. If you have children you
> > > > > will probably relate to this father. The names
> > > > > have been changed to protect the dignity of the
> > > > > father...
> > > > > 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 my jaw aching in anticipation, I
> > > > > carried it to the picnic table in our backyard,
> > > > > picked it up with both hands but was stopped by
> > > > > my wife suddenly at my side.
> > > > >
> > > > > "Hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get
> > > > > my sandwich," she said.
> > > > >
> > > > > I had him balanced between my left elbow and
> > > > > shoulder and was reaching again for the ham
> > > > > sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard
> > > > > on my fingers.
> > > > >
> > > > > I love mustard.
> > > > >
> > > > > I had no napkin.
> > > > >
> > > > > I licked it off.
> > > > >
> > > > > It was not mustard.
> > > > >
> > > > > No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the
> > > > > first and only time I have sprinted with my
> > > > > tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each
> > > > > hand I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys
> > > > > do, only I did it on my tongue.
> > > > >
> > > > > Later (after she stopped crying from laughing
> > > > > so hard) my wife said, "Now you know why they
> > > > > call that mustard 'Poupon.'"
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