Yesterday Mark called to say he was bringing home a dozen ears of corn to add to our dinner. I will say it was the BEST corn on the cob we have had in years, but of course, nothing is normal in our family...including...The corn...the kid...and maybe, just maybe, the mom?
Everyone is used to me saying, "Wait, I need a picture of that!" in our family. Some of them run and hide. Some, like Tony, take advantage of the situation. When I said we had a double ear of corn and to wait while I grabbed the camera, Tony graciously staged something that looks like an ad for Country Cornflakes?