Tate likes butter

not necessarily on things...though he enjoys that too. I made sweet corn on Friday evening and set stick of butter out on a plate for Lora and I to roll our corn on the cob in. I turned my back from it for about 10 seconds and when I turned back around, it was gone. I am immediately confused. I happen to look over into the doorway leading to our living room to see Tate holding the stick of butter and taking a bite off of the end of it. Gross. Seriously, I am on the verge of gagging just typing about it. No picture...sorry.