He's Definitely My Son

Brock loves popcorn. Holly and I love popcorn. It works out pretty great. The only hangup is that we like our popcorn very spicy, and Brock is a toddler. The solution is quite simple: I make him a baby-sized batch of regular popcorn, and I make a super spicy batch for mommy and daddy. 

Those of you with children know exactly how this works out though. Brock thinks, "Why do I have to eat this 2nd class popcorn? What is it about daddy's popcorn that makes it so special?" So he starts begging and pleading for some of ours. I tell him no. He whines. I tell him it is spicy. He pleads. I tell him he won't like it. He considers tears. Finally I decide that the best way for a man to learn is through his own experience. I hand him a kernel.

Now this was no regular spicy-corn. I'd been disappointed in the tear-inducing potential of my previous batch and had stepped it up to two full habanero peppers, seeds included. This was popcorn that a thai restaurant would not have served to white people. Brock looked at the kernel with glee. He had won. Time to taste the rewards... WOW!... HOT!!!!

Brock opened his mouth to pant and grabbed his tongue, eyes open wide. He didn't seem that upset, but he certainly didn't seem happy either. It took him a good minute before he finally calmed down. He had something to say...

"MORE!"

This video begins as he's chewing a piece of spicy corn. The bowl in front of him is plain. 


It went on like this, kernel by kernel, until he finally got two bowls of popcorn just for himself: one Brockcorn, and one Spice!

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