Miss Mazie (age two-almost-three) has been having a bad day. I was giving her ideas of things she might want- Barbie? Bath? Cookies? Ni-night?- when she suddenly asks for ''budder a' fo'k.'' You want WHAT? ''Budder a' fo'k!'' So I went and got her a stick of butter and a fork. As I type this she is sitting next to me eating butter. Whatever, as long as she'll quit crying!