His favorite food is no longer "brokri"... it's corn. The boy loves corn. We have yet to feed him an entire corn-on-the-cob, I think his eyes would fall out of his head if he saw such a glorious thing. For now he can eat most of a can of canned corn[1] or all of a can of baby corn. At dinner tonight he shunned a bowl of pears and peaches and demaned "mo cohn! mo cohn!", frantically signing "more" on the off chance that I didn't hear his pleas.
With the baby corn, he even eats it like normal corn... nibbles from the side, so if you look at it from the top you just see the bite marks. He does the same thing with string cheese.
Some day, when he refuses to eat his vegetables, I will need to look back on this post for strength.
[1] For some reason, saying "most of a can of corn" seemed odd to me, whereas "most of a can of canned corn" did not seem redundant.
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