Eat! Eat!

There's nothing I like better than watching a little kid eat corn-on-the-cob.  Wait.  That's not true.  Just in case my future Heaven is constructed by what I claim in this life is "my favorite thing," then it's not watching kids eat corn-on-the-cob.  No one needs an eternity of that.  But it is mesmerizing.

I don't mind the smacks and slurps of kids eating.  Maybe because it's nice to see someone really, really enjoy something simple.  Especially if that someone is cute to begin with.  Some of the lustre is lost when shiney niblets are hanging in this thing:

In a close second (not for planning my personal Heaven!) is watching a 2 year-old eat ice cream in the house in the summer.  This also drives me a little crazy because, even in video form, my hand keeps darting toward the screen to catch the drips.  Like an exasperating video game.  It's an extreme challenge for anyone over two to just leave the poor kid alone and let him eat his ice cream.  He hardly gets a moment's peace.  I guess I just wish I had that much abandon to eat ice cream like this - not worrying what it looked like on my face, felt like in my hair, or how quickly a waiting colony of ants would find it on the floor. 

 I guess I'll just have to wait a few more decades for that kind of freedom.