In Ireland they feed corn to pigs...
This is my ravenous daughter. She likes corn on the cob. She especially likes butter but we try to steer her clear of that frightful heart clogging goodness. She also has yet to learn table manners. Fortunately, for us, it's definately possible for her to have less of a concern about her own cleanliness, otherwise we'd be in trouble. She's a pretty clean kid, and so dinner time has never been a mess festival. You'd never know it from this photo but she's really quite a dinner table prude.
As you can see she has invited Prince Fielder a.k.a. Frog to dine with her, not a usual occurance but for some reason frogs and corn mix I guess.
Zo is something of a dramatic little girl, and eating a piece of corn can more closely resemble a Shaw Festival performance of "The Taming of the Shrew," than the more typical seeking of sustenence that most of us entertain at the dinner table. It's funny, and even occasionally worth the price of admission, but I wouldn't recommend sitting too close to the stage. It can get ugly at unexpected intervals...like this one.