I'm telling you, this girl loves corn on the cob. She can finish a large cob on her own with no problem. And when I say finish, I mean not one kernel left. This is good, since lately she's trying her best to subsist on meat, and the occasional starch, alone.
She later went on to also ask God's blessing for her cup, daddy's cup, "weefs", trees, "buh-fies" (can you tell we were eating out on the screened patio tonight?), her fork, her mashed potatoes, our neighbor "Manda", and teeth.