A while ago, we invited some good friends (the Frenzels...they have the son Miles that I've posted about before---Claire's boyfriend) to dinner. We had corn on the cob. Claire thought it was the best thing ever and asked for corn for the next few days. Sometimes I would try and give her frozen corn or corn from the can, but I think it was the novelty of the cob that really had her interested in it.
Anyway, we gave Miles some corn too. He refused to eat anything else. Or allow us to help him. He was content to just gnaw on this cob...We were laughing hysterically. We'll let you see why: