As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection. A thick slab of ham, a fresh bun, crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. 

The corners of Dick's jaw aching in anticipation, he carried it to the table in his backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped, suddenly, by his wife. 

"Hold Junior (their six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said.

Dick had him balanced between his left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when he noticed a streak of mustard on his fingers. Dick loves mustard. He had no napkin. So, he just licked it right off. But, It was not mustard!!! No man ever put a baby down faster. 

Now you know why they call that mustard: 'Poupon'.