Once Krishna was taking butter in His own home. In a pillar adorned with jewels He noticed His reflection. It seemed to Him that another child was before Him. Fearfully He addressed it as a little brother. He asked it not to tell His mother. He offered it an equal share of the butter. He invited it to eat as well. Yashoda secretly listened to His gentle childhood words.
Then His mother came closer. Krishna resourcefully pointed to His own reflection. He asked who this child was that had entered to steal her butter. He said that He was trying to stop it. But, He claimed, it would not listen to Him at all. When He became angry, the other child became angry with Him too. For His own part, He said He had no longing for butter. Thus He accused the apparent thief in the shining pillar.
On another day Yashoda was busy elsewhere, and Krishna again took butter. When she returned, she did not immediately see Him and called to Him. She asked where He was and what He was doing. Krishna stopped what He was doing and formed an answer. He said that the radiance of the ruby in His bracelet had heated His hand. Therefore He had put it in the butter vessel to cool it. Yashoda called Him to her and placed Him on her lap. She asked Him to show her the hand so she could see how hot it was.
Krishna held out His hand, and she looked at it and kissed it. Continuing the play, she said it really was hot and the rubies should be removed. On another occasion, after His mother's rebuke for taking butter, He wept. He rubbed His tearful eyes with His hands. In His emotion His words became indistinct. Yashoda wiped His face with the edge of her garment. She embraced Him around the neck. Then she assured Him that all that butter was His.