I like corn in my brownies. Hey don't knock it til you try it! Corn is sweet. Brownies are sweet. Corn in brownies are all sweet, with a little chewy. Not that bad. So where can you buy corn brownies? I'm not sure. I only get them in my hungry man fried chicken tv dinners. Yeah, I know the stuff is nasty, but when you are in a hurry and you're hungry the stuff tastes darn good to me! But I have yet to get one where the corn hadn't miraculously mixed into the brownie batter.
So yesterday, I made my tv dinner and set my corn brownie to the side as I ate. Youngest, who is home after lunch, came to watch me eat, eyeing my brownie.
"Can I have your brownie?" she asked.
"No, you just ate 2 cookies, remember? This is mine," I replied.
She was quiet for a moment, continuing to stare at the dark brown, corn studded treat.
"You know what it looks like?" she asked with a grin.
I stopped her immediately. "Don't say it! I don't want to hear it!" I am no dummy. I know where this is headed.
She was silent, but continued to grin slyly up at me. Just as I raised the brownie to my mouth for a big bite, she attacked.
"It looks like when you eats too much corn on the cob and chocolate cake and then you get a bad tummy ache, like you has diarrhea, and then you poops it all out and your poop is all covered in corn!" she shouted. "That's a corn poo poo brownie!"
I put down my corn poo poo brownie, the urge to eat its sweet chocolately goodness screeching to a shuddering halt.
"Thanks alot!" I glared down at the giggling monster.
"So can I has the corn poo poo brownie?" she asked with an angelic grin.
I shook my head at her as I watched her eat it down in a few bites. After licking off the last of the chocolate off her fingers, she started cracking up furiously.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I was just thinking," she said as she howled in glee. "Later, when I goes to the bathroom, I'm gonna have a corn poo poo brownie poop!"
Oh the joys of a 4 1/2 year old's potty humor!