Corn Dog

I made a big batch of kettle corn, then went up to Austin’s room. Normally, I snuggle in his bed while he sits at his desk, but he was in his bed, so I took his desk chair and continued to munch.
Austin, a few minutes later, hovering over me: Can I steal your seat?
Me: This seat has kettle corn.
Austin: That’s why I want it.

After giving a few kernels to Cassie.
Austin: Don’t give her too much. She’ll turn into a corn dog.