H: Here's your dinner, buddy! Doesn't it look delicious? (Editor's note: What? Ruthless self promotion is allowed as a mom.)
H: Awesome. Let's eat!
J: [munches thoughtfully on salad]
H: [feels proud]
J: I DON'T LIKE THIS!
H: Well, why don't you try your pizza?
J: I DON'T LIKE CHEESE!
H: [notes that he does like cheese. notes wheels coming off of wagon.] Well, why don't you try the rest of your dinner?
J: I WANT FRUIT SNACKS!
H: Nope. We don't eat fruit snacks for dinner. You have pizza, salad, and potatoes. Why don't you eat those?
H: Jack. Listen to me. This is what I am serving for dinner. And I am serving it for 10 more minutes. You can eat your dinner or you can go to bed.
J: [sobbing on floor]
He's only been three for 5 days.
Here we go.
Hope your salad was pleasing to you today.