Bread and Butter...

or butter and bread. After getting Ben out of the bath yesterday, I ran downstairs to grab his clothes. Back upstairs, I found him making a little treat. Comfort food , I guess. Who wouldn't want to eat a pound of butter on a slice of bread...in the buff? Still, as much as I like to watch him enjoy his food, I couldn't let him eat his "heart attack on bread" treat. That did not go over well. But neither does anything else with him, so, oh well.