Can of corn you say?

It was the corn. Yep sure was. You see Monday nights the wife hits the gym. That means I get the opportunity to demonstrate my parental prowess by getting the kids fed, bathed, and jamafied before mama gets home to close. Last night was no different as I settled into the kitchen to prepare a gourmet meal for the girls. With the Costa Rica Chica south of the boarder I decided to make it a Mexican theme (no turtle eggs). First things first...made myself a killer margarita complete with salt lined glass. Quesdillas for the girls with a side of corn and cottage cheese. All complimented by a milk (1%) chaser to wash it down with.

Back to the corn. The corn is the key. As the girls ate everything but the corn I was reminded of the Quest. Aided by my 2nd margarita I encircled a Quesadilla slice at the table with kernels of corn. While not to exact scale I reduced the slice to represented me and the kernels of corn the 12 year olds. At this point I used the kernels of corn to close in on the slice. Only about 3 kernels could access the slice at any one given time. "Interesting" I said outloud. Just as I started to mock up the possibility of one or two kernels pouncing on the slices' back lil' Sammy knocked all the corn and the slice on the floor and said "Uncle Obus is a Chonky". I have no idea what that means however this is yet another data point, corn assisted nonetheless, suggesting that I could take 9...can of corn.

Note: When asked how many kernels the slice could take both girls answered "five". This is not particularly interesting as that is their answer to any number related question. Also Ice Cream cones (sugar) were served for desert.