Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the story my son made up about the baby featured on his tube of Boudreaux’s Butt Paste* diaper ointment. According to my son, this baby has a mother and a father, but only the father loves him, and he only loves his father. His mother is a cold-hearted bitch who only loves her pets, and neither the baby nor the daddy lover her, either.
"Look," my son told me, pointing to the tube, "a baby!"
"Why yes, that is a baby," I agreed. "What does the baby have?"
"A bwanket," my son said.
"Uh-huh, a blue blanket. What else does he have?"
"Bwocks!"
I looked at the tube. "Yep, he has blocks. How many blocks does he have?"
"One...two...tree. Tree bwocks."
"What else can you tell me about the baby?"
"He's neckid!"
I smiled. This is not a toddler-mispronunciation of the work "naked;" this is the correct pronunciation when you are speaking with a Texas drawl. I am kind of pleased that my son has picked this up, but his father – who is from Washington State - always tries to correct him, by stressing, "NAKE-ed, NAKE-ed," which our son dutifully repeats back as "Neckid!"
"Yes, he is. His mommy should put some clothes on him so he doesn't get cold." Then, I ventured into dangerous territory by asking, "Do you think his mommy loves him?"
"No." My son shook his head.
"His mommy doesn't love him? Poor baby! Who do you think his mommy loves?"
"She lubs…her buppy dogs."
"She loves puppy dogs but not her baby? How sad! Does the baby love his mommy?"
"No."
"Then who does the baby love?"
"He lubs his daddy!"
"Does his daddy love him?"
"Yes."
"Does his daddy love his mommy?"
"No, his daddy lubs the baby."
"But not the mommy?"
"No."
"Only the puppy dogs love the mommy?"
"Yes."
I thought about this for a moment.
"I'll bet the mommy love the baby, anyway – even if he doesn't love her back."
My son acting disinterested. Who cares who the mommy loves? What matters is that the baby and the daddy have each other.
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When I told Jeff about our conversation, he tried to make me feel better by pointing out that when our son is with him and I'm not around, our son asks where I am. It's only because Jeff is almost never around that our son worships the ground he walks on.
"He loves you, but since he sees you every day, he can take you for granted," Jeff said.
"It didn't hurt my feelings," I replied. "This wasn't a story about us, per se. This was about the Boudreaux's Butt Paste baby. His mother is nothing like me. For one thing, she has more than one dog."
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Love is a funny thing. Children who are loved and well cared for take their parent's love for granted, because it's something they've never lived without. The fact that my son can take my love for granted is a compliment, in a way. Since our son doesn't see Jeff except for twice a week, it is his father's love that he craves. He can be casual about my love, because it's always there. Jeff's love, which he can only bask in for two days at a time, shines like the sun for him. My ever-present love, on the other hand, is invisible. I take comfort when I look at the situation from this angle, and in knowing that at least the dog loves me.
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* Trust me, once you stop laughing at the name you realize that it's the best diaper ointment on the planet. It's also good for treating dry skin, in general. Keep a tube around the house, even if you don't have a kid.
"Look," my son told me, pointing to the tube, "a baby!"
"Why yes, that is a baby," I agreed. "What does the baby have?"
"A bwanket," my son said.
"Uh-huh, a blue blanket. What else does he have?"
"Bwocks!"
I looked at the tube. "Yep, he has blocks. How many blocks does he have?"
"One...two...tree. Tree bwocks."
"What else can you tell me about the baby?"
"He's neckid!"
I smiled. This is not a toddler-mispronunciation of the work "naked;" this is the correct pronunciation when you are speaking with a Texas drawl. I am kind of pleased that my son has picked this up, but his father – who is from Washington State - always tries to correct him, by stressing, "NAKE-ed, NAKE-ed," which our son dutifully repeats back as "Neckid!"
"Yes, he is. His mommy should put some clothes on him so he doesn't get cold." Then, I ventured into dangerous territory by asking, "Do you think his mommy loves him?"
"No." My son shook his head.
"His mommy doesn't love him? Poor baby! Who do you think his mommy loves?"
"She lubs…her buppy dogs."
"She loves puppy dogs but not her baby? How sad! Does the baby love his mommy?"
"No."
"Then who does the baby love?"
"He lubs his daddy!"
"Does his daddy love him?"
"Yes."
"Does his daddy love his mommy?"
"No, his daddy lubs the baby."
"But not the mommy?"
"No."
"Only the puppy dogs love the mommy?"
"Yes."
I thought about this for a moment.
"I'll bet the mommy love the baby, anyway – even if he doesn't love her back."
My son acting disinterested. Who cares who the mommy loves? What matters is that the baby and the daddy have each other.
When I told Jeff about our conversation, he tried to make me feel better by pointing out that when our son is with him and I'm not around, our son asks where I am. It's only because Jeff is almost never around that our son worships the ground he walks on.
"He loves you, but since he sees you every day, he can take you for granted," Jeff said.
"It didn't hurt my feelings," I replied. "This wasn't a story about us, per se. This was about the Boudreaux's Butt Paste baby. His mother is nothing like me. For one thing, she has more than one dog."
Love is a funny thing. Children who are loved and well cared for take their parent's love for granted, because it's something they've never lived without. The fact that my son can take my love for granted is a compliment, in a way. Since our son doesn't see Jeff except for twice a week, it is his father's love that he craves. He can be casual about my love, because it's always there. Jeff's love, which he can only bask in for two days at a time, shines like the sun for him. My ever-present love, on the other hand, is invisible. I take comfort when I look at the situation from this angle, and in knowing that at least the dog loves me.
* Trust me, once you stop laughing at the name you realize that it's the best diaper ointment on the planet. It's also good for treating dry skin, in general. Keep a tube around the house, even if you don't have a kid.
the dog loves me.
Date: 2007-08-30 09:06 pm (UTC)Re: the dog loves me.
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:12 pm (UTC)I'm partial to Balmex myself
Date: 2007-08-30 09:33 pm (UTC)You almost made me spit Diet Coke on my work monitor. That would've been bad! I'd have to explain that I was laughing at something that I wasn't supposed to be reading during work hours.
And how do you explain that my son loves his daddy more when he's with daddy more than he's with me? Granted, it's only by about an hour, but still.
But "Butt Paste" is more fun to say
Date: 2007-08-30 09:58 pm (UTC)In general, I think some little boys are more interested in their fathers because they are male, and there is a instinct instict that tells the kid that this is who he wants to be like. Also, women (even strangers he meets on the street) fuss over babies all the time. A man who fusses over him is more of a novelty.
Then there is the fact you and I are chopped liver. That could have a lot to do with it. :P
Re: I will agree it's more fun to say. It makes me smile when I hear it
Date: 2007-08-30 10:07 pm (UTC)Re: I will agree it's more fun to say. It makes me smile when I hear it
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Date: 2007-08-30 10:19 pm (UTC)I guess I'm more tough-skinned than some people. For me to get offended, someone has to mean to be offensive. For the things that people say carelessly or the actions of children, I tend toward just being amused. I guess I'd just rather laugh than cry about this kind of stuff.
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Date: 2007-08-30 09:54 pm (UTC)It's interesting that you posted this since I just read about Butt Paste the other day.
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Date: 2007-08-30 09:55 pm (UTC)I tend to suspect children of always being up to something, but that's just because I remember being a kid so clearly :)
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Date: 2007-08-30 10:33 pm (UTC)I'm dissappointed that the website doesn't tell the story behind the name. From the story in the Houston Chronicle where I first read about the stuff some years ago:
Butt paste creator George Boudreaux of Covington, La., said he receives phone calls and e-mails from customers every day. The 56-year-old knows the name attracts attention, but he said the product's quality keeps customers loyal.
The over-the-counter balm is approved for treating diaper rash and as a skin protectant, but Boudreaux said people have also effectively used it for acne, razor burn, bedsores, chicken pox, poison ivy, chapped lips, hemorrhoids and skin irritations, among other ailments.
Boudreaux believes the key ingredient is Peruvian balsam, which increases blood flow to wounds.
Boudreaux, a former pharmacist in Covington, first came across the paste while working with Louisiana physician Pappy Talbot. Boudreaux worked up the paste according to Talbot's instructions. After the doctor's death, Boudreaux continued to compound it.
In about 1985, a Louisiana pediatrician called Boudreaux laughing. A woman had just come in and wanted "Some of George Boudreaux's butt paste." The name stuck.
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Date: 2007-08-30 10:45 pm (UTC)I think I've seen that stuff in the stores around here too. My kids laugh at the name. Anything with the word "butt" in it is sure to make Elycia crack up.
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-30 10:50 pm (UTC)But now that they are grown and live on their own, one is even married, WHO do they call when they want to talk? Who do they email? Who do they take out for lunch? Me :))
*Dances around*
It was a long time coming but soooo worth it!
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-31 12:06 am (UTC)I so totally feel your pain, but, yes, I love them all the same. All three of them, the kids AND their Daddy, no matter how extraneous I may be when he /is/ home.
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:18 am (UTC)I'm going to pick up some of the Butt Paste. We have a teething rash that won't quit.
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-31 04:05 pm (UTC)I rubbed him down a few times with Aloe Gel from Fruit of the Earth and it cleared up, but even the Doc wasn't sure what caused it.
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Date: 2007-09-05 04:31 pm (UTC)i love these lines
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Date: 2007-09-05 06:52 pm (UTC)