It was recently introduced to something by a 10 year old girl playing with a Dandelion Flower. The little girl was forcing the dandelion underneath her chin and grabbing at her mother for attention. She was saying over and over "Is my face yellow... do I like butter?" Finally the mother interjected after the little girl jammed the flower under her mother's chin and shouted "YOU LIKE BUTTER." I was so confused by this. Apparently everyone in the room knew exactly what the little girl was doing. I was beyond infatuated with the subject and quickly demanded the little A.D.D. driven child to come hoist that crumpled little flower underneath my chin.

The results: I LIKE BUTTER.

Where was I when this childhood game was being played? Is this a northern thing?
We had Dandelion's in Florida... as a matter of fact I learned that the yellow flower is a phase of those pooffy ball flowers that I used to get dizzy by blowing out my lungs just to make a wish that would most likely not come true. But I never had the pleasure of my chubby little childhood chin turning yellow by a ferociously growing weed.

Doing research during 330 Sauna here in my cube I came across this video.... I have no clue what the hell this is??? Maybe someone would like to explain this child hood game as well.



Pretty morbid childhood game if you asked me. I think I preferred Red Rover. I really liked close-lining kids as a child. Which reminds me of something else....

Two weeks ago I went on a mini vacation to Mystic, CT. Cute town. Well, on the way to Mystic Pizza I noticed a group of children playing Red Rover on the concrete. All girls ages 6 to maybe 11. There was one Mom "Chaperon" of the 8 or so girls. I look at my girlfriend and said "Watch this shit" I knew exactly what event was going to take place next. The tiniest girl of the bunch ran straight across the cement into the row of Red Roverers. What does she do... she picks the 2 most husky of all the girls to run towards. She hurdles herself into their locked arms. Chin gets caught mid forearm purposely close-lining herself into the cement! I held back my laughter as hard as I could. The girl starts wailing. Mom comes running. Mind you there was a patch of grass 2 feet to the left of the girls. Mom, being intelligent as she is, might of suggested using it before the game started.

FIN

**Disclaimer: I am not an English major. I received a C average in grammar classes my entire life. If it weren't for spell check I wouldn't even know how to spell the word 'receive' correctly. So don’t hate on my run-on sentences and grammatical misfortune.