Corn Cob

We got my son some corn on the cob tonight for dinner, because it's usually one of his favorite foods.  He was pulling one of his usual toddler stubborn things and refusing to eat.  At one point, he even turned completely around in the chair to look out the window and ignore my goading to "have another bite."  And that's when Boney struck!  

Quick as lightning, he darted over to the unguarded plate and sank his large white teeth into the succulent yellow kernels, ripping a few off with the bite and chewing on them rapidly.  By the time my son had figured out what was going on, Boney had already cleared an entire row of corn.  My son backhanded him off the table, and Boney tumbled to the floor in a heap.  When I ran to check on him, I found him lying there with a big grin plastered on his face.  Sticks and stone may break my bones, but I still stole a whole row of your corn first!