Butter anyone?

This morning we went to the coffee shop for breakfast. Terrell brought his best friend Isaiah with us. Well out comes our food and the butter from my pancakes must have gotten stuck to the side of T's plate. It hit the back of his head slid down him and onto his hand then plopped on the floor. It was hilarious! He was fine but Amy from the coffee shop was horrified, she kept apologizing. I told her I was so journaling that because it will still be funny years from now.