This is Wayne's World

I ask my my daughter.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah”
“Good because Mummy and Daddy are making Pasta for dinner…..”
“I don’t like pasta” She interupts. She does. And eats it all the time.
“Oh, I think you can have some of Mummy’s pasta…..It’s delicious!”
“But I don’t like Mummys pasta” She retorts
Hmmmmm. Plan B
“What about fish fingers and vegetables and mash?” I reason.
“But I don’t like it!”
“Egg and beans?”
“But I don’t like it!”
“Spaghetti Bolognese?”
“But I don’t like it!”
“Bogey pie?” I say humouring myself.
“No”…….

The same routine most nights. She eats whatever we have for dinner regardless of her protests (everyone well aware that she likes what she’s about to eat). She eats a bit. Moans she doesn’t like it. Leaves it. Then eats some more.
Recently though she has been eating smaller portions…..Until I serve up a smaller portion. Then she’s the bottomless pit monster.

They know! And are sent just to test us all.