Piggysnoot

Today we had sweet corn. Do you think Nora was happy with eating the corn I shaved off the cob for her? Hell-to-the-no she wasn’t. We figured this out by the way she flipped her plate onto the floor. This made the dog extremely happy. Us? Not so much. After much pointing at Larry’s plate and a few babbles in his general direction we figured out that she was asking for a bite. Why didn’t I think of that? ‘Bie‘ totally sounds like toddlerspeak for bite. Do you think she wanted to take a bite while one of us held the cob for her? Again, hell-to-the-no she didn’t. She wanted a buttery, peppery, kernelly chin. Yeah, I made up kernelly…but you knew what I meant, didn’t you?

And so, I bring you, without further delay…Nora’s first shot at eating corn on the cob…A Photo Essay…

This one cracked me up because she almost seems afraid of the cob. The raised eyebrows seem to question what it is that she is biting into. Or maybe she’s questioning the fact that both her parents are laughing while her Father is wielding a camera.

I admire the extreme concentration. This corn on the cob business is serious stuff. This is obviously not a privilege to be taken lightly.

Are you guys sure I can eat this?! And why are you still laughing?!?

I am tentatively enjoying this corn. That I am feeding myself. Without you.

Up next? Chicken on the bone!*

*That was totally a joke. We don’t even buy chicken on the bone. It reminds Larry too much that his chicken used to be alive. And that it had little chicken friends that it’ll never see again.