Eating chicken legs for dinner. I do not like the skin, so I am peeling it off and putting it to the side of my plate….”you have to at least try it mom. Take one whole bite and swallow it before you say you don’t like it.” Ugh, I hate when he catches me in my own rules. So I take a small bite of the slimy, barbecue sauce covered skin. And swallow it. I calmly tell him that I do not like it and thank him for reminding me to try it. “Well, can I have it? I love that part!!” As I stare at his full plate of untouched food…you bet bud!