THE CORNDOG STORY

We went to dinner at Gunther Toody's tonight (kids eat free on Mondays). Tobin eagerly ordered corndogs which he never really eats - well, he eats them, just not until he's peeled the corny coating off.

Toward the end of the dinner, there was a pile of corny husks on the table next to his plate, when Tobin announced he had to use the bathroom. So I took him. On the way I noticed something in his hand - it was his last corndog. I asked why he'd brought it with him, "Because I don't want Blane to eat it!" (If you know Tobin, you realize this was delivered in his typical ranting, yelling voice.) I explained that he shouldn't be bringing food with him to the bathroom because it's dirty in there. His response? "I'm going to eat it IN the bathroom!"

True enough, once Tobin had locked the stall door behind him and taken his place on the throne, he got down to business. I could see through the crack (as I stood guard outside the stall) that he was peeling the corny coating away to eat the hotdog nestled within.

I can only assume he tossed the breading into the toilet when he was through...