Peas and PORN?

Tonight's dinner conversation (and reason #1, 235, 636, 543 why social services is destined to have a BIG file on us):

B: I need PEAS.

H: Sure, here you go. Let's put them in a bowl so they are easier to eat.

B: Yeah. I need many. Give me lots and lots.

H: There ya' go. That's LOTS of peas.

B: I need porn. Porn and peas. That's my favorite.

Before you send a nasty email, I should probably tell you that, for quite some time, Ben has referred to CORN as PORN. Loudly. In restaurants. Isn't he wonderful?