This is The Beast inside his corn drawer. He’ll sit in there for an hour and just dump corn back and forth between cups.
Out of concern that he would get corn in his ears if he dumped the corn over his head, I told him that if he got corn in his ears, birds would come into the house and peck at his ears.
Not my most proud “Mom” moment. It is what it is.
After asking me several times if the birds would eat his head, and after being reassured that they would not eat his head, he promptly shoved a corn kernel up his nose.
Touché, you evil genius, touché.