You Gonna Eat That

Just over a year ago, I haikued about O, his dog and corn. It was my first, and last, haiku.

Tonight, he truly discovered the gift of the Indians.

O ate two and half ears of corn in one sitting. No butter. No salt. No problem.

He then quickly announced, "I no feel good." And went inside to... eh hm... relieve himself.

The lesson of corn, top notch.

P.S. This is one of those posts that will fall into the "Dad, I can't believe you said that," category.