One night I made homemade stroganoff for dinner. Atreyu was doing his usual thing where he says he doesn't like it even though he hadn't tasted it yet. Here was the coversation:
R: Eat your stroganoff.
A: Don't like it.
J: Eat it or I'll take apart Lego Ironman and Hulk.
Atreyu then took a bite and proceeded to make hacking, retching noises. Jesse told him he had better not throw up. Atreyu then took a drink of water and swallowed everything down.
He then said: I like it.
Jesse and I both kind of snickered and Atreyu did eat some more but he had to take a drink of water with every bite.
A few days later I told Grandpa the story and I asked Atreyu if he liked the stroganoff.
A: Yes.
R: Did you like it or not really?
A: Not really.
At least he was honest about it. He now admits anytime we ask him that he, in fact, did not like it.
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