Ah, I love a good meal. And a good pun.

(My parents, I think, would approve of this exchange.)

So today, we had a nice lunch: pork roast, potatoes, corn on the cob, and cornbread. Watching Scott eat corn on the cob is fun...because of his beard. (Seriously: just imagine it. There is no way to do this neatly. He will be a good example to our son of 'wash your face after a meal if it needs it'.)

Partway through this process, I had a flash of inspiration, and said to him, "I hope you don't think that I'm serving you corn on the cob just to butter you up." After the groan he managed to fire back, "Isn't that a little corny?" To which I retaliated with, "There's a kernel of truth in that, yes."

A good meal. And silliness. They go well together.