[ WP ] You begin to believe it 's not butter . And the world looks at you in shock .

I slide the bright silver knife across the surface of the butter. It slides with ease and effortlessly holds on to the yellow material. 
 
 `` Put extra butter on my toast, please.'' my son, Jack says from the table. 
 
 `` Pain avec plus de beurre, coming right up!'' I reply 
 I pick up the toast and begin butter it. The knife sends a few crumbs into an air. They fly up into a parabolic path before gravity causes them to land back down on the toast. The sound that comes from the interaction between a buttered knife and toast causes a unanimous `` Mmmm'' from my family at the table. The knife spreads the butter across its surface, and I change it's direction to and fro to equally spread the butter. As I finish, I set down my knife and look at my masterpiece. The grooves of the knife created canyons and rolling hills of butter on the toast. 
 
 Finally finishing this for my family and their toast, I set it all on a plate and walk to the table. Setting it down, I begin to notice something... *odd* about the butter. But regardless, I pick a piece up and take a bite. That's when I realize it! I could n't let my family eat this too! 
 
 `` That's not butter!!!'' I shout. But I was too late. Simultaneously, they all look up in shock. Spaghetti flows my eldest son's pockets. `` I ca n't believe it's not butter!!''
