Go to island grocery store to stock up on condo food. Georgia becomes enamored with shrink-wrapped package of corn on the cob and MUST. HAVE. IT. It's so exciting (!!!), she refuses to let the bagger put it in a bag so that she can carry it. Begs to eat it immediately, but we put her off. Wakes up the next morning demanding raw corn for breakfast. Hey, that's easy. Knock yourself out, kids.
Raw corn on the balcony in pj's? We must have arrived in paradise.
I guess you can take the girl out of the Midwest, but you can't take the Midwest out of the girl!
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Your photos are so unbelievably good. Are they really eating it raw? And since when can you buy corn-on-the-cob not in the husk? And where are you? An island? Jealous.
I don't recall anyone offering me any raw corn on the cob when I was in that vacation location with you.
Also, love June's curls.
That's hilarious!
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