Every morning, after making the sign for dad and running around the house looking for Justin with no avail, Henry makes a b-line to the fridge and pulls a fresh, unshucked corn cob out and hands it to me. He wants corn for breakfast lunch and dinner. I try to give him his favorite sugary snack, but he just flops on the floor and cries for his corn. When I actually give him a corn cob to eat, he's the happiest baby you've ever seen. I took a bunch of photos in succession to show you how happy he is when he eats corn. I uploaded them to the most recent photo album.
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