As we chomped away I noticed that MSMF had a completely different way of eating his head of corn. One half was stripped clean as he continued to work in a steady, consistent circle around the cob.
Me: "Funny. You're style of eating corn is completely different than mine. I have a typewriter style of left to right."
MSMF: *gnashing away*
Me: "What do you call your style?"
MSMF: "The carwash."
Me: "Like the big round washing contraption with the bristles at the carwash?
MSMF: *nods his head*
While we worked away on our corn, my fur baby Jaja jumped up on the couch to scream at us. She has gotten way too comfortable yelling at us every night while we eat dinner, hoping to grab a morsel from one of us suckers. So far this past week she's had crab, halibut, steak stirfry, chicken and even mint and chip ice cream.
Me: "Do you think Jaja would like some corn?"
MSMF: "Babe, no."
Me: *offering my corn up to Jaja* "Oh my God! Babe look! She's eating it!"
She couldn't get enough of it. It cracked me up seeing her little teeth as she bit at the corn, tearing off little pieces.
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