Isn't it ironic, don't you think?

On Tuesday night at dinner, I spooned a serving of canned corn onto Harrison's plate. He took at look at it and asked "what is that?" My response: "That's corn Harry, you like corn."

"Oh" said Harry "like a cornucopia. Sometimes we call a cornucopia a horn of plenty."

Maren then chimes in "Yeah Harry, but the stuff on your plate is corn." She was totally unimpressed.