"We don't, sorry. But maybe we can find some good ears at the store? The white corn is sweeter than the yellow, and that'll be most like what we had from the farm." She'd love to be able to take him back there again and spend another night in the hayloft with him, much differently the next time.

"Oh please! I'm sure you were cuter! Did my Mom show you those pictures of me in the baby pool or something?"