I was three years old. I loved the taste of butter and whenever I had an opportunity to run my finger across the stick I would. Mother had set the table and set the butter on the table without its lid. I reached up and pinched about 1/2 inch off the end of the stick and quickly popped it into my mouth. Mother turned around and said swallow it. It was awful. I started crying and melted butter was leaking from the corners of my mouth. She finally let me spit it out. I still like the taste of butter but use it sparingly but often.
Harry 