For breakfast this morning, Natalie ate a piece of cinnamon swirl raisin bread with butter. She ate the butter off first, which led to the following conversation.
Natalie: More butter.
Me: Where's the butter you had?
Natalie (looking around and lifting her hands in a shrug): Butter...where?
Me: Yes, where did it go?
Natalie (a repeat, almost exactly, of her above response)
Me: Where is the butter?
Natalie: Butter go...in car!
Me (laughing): The butter went in the car?
Me: The butter isn't supposed to go in the car. It's supposed to go in your tummy!
Natalie: Oh. Cute!
Me (still laughing): Eat your bread.
Natalie: Eat supper!
Sooo...if you happen to see any butter driving around in a car today, please send it back to us. Apparently it's Natalie's escaped butter from breakfast (or supper, according to her!)