first corn on the cob

We had our first corn on the cob of the season last night.  Each year growing up, my parents would take a picture of me eating corn on the cob.  Maybe it was because my dad's a farmer or maybe it's because they just thought it was cute.  As much as I rolled my eyes when I got older, it's probably a tradition I'll impose upon our kids.  Until then, Henry will have to do.

We started with begging:

And then we moved on to actually standing up:

When we finally got him to sit down and take a bite, he didn't quite know what to do.  So he took a little nibble and then walked away.  I guess he thought it was hardly worth the hype.