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July 25, 2005
You can take a boy out of Iowa
...but you can't take the 1/2 of Iowa out of him.
(get it... I'm from Iowa, Gus is half of.... nevermind)
Corn. I don't know how he does it so early in his life, but Gus is eating corn on the cob. Happily. Yummingly. Taking bites from my ear and his own ear.
I am whole Iowan (like, my uncle Jim grew corn... like, both of my parents were raised in farm country... like, if Iowa had a state vegetable, it would be corn...or would it be soybeans?). I was raised to like corn. The day I declared otherwise was pure blasphemy in my family. My uncle Ken STILL reminds me of what he called my "picky eating".
I'll eat corn now, but with every bite I can't help but think of the time I took a bite of corn, and shortly thereafter felt the wiggle of a tooth. Took a bite of hamburger...and the tooth was gone.
Why should I like corn after something like that? My chance at a dollar from the tooth fairy was stolen from me!
Posted by janna at July 25, 2005 10:16 PM