"I'm trying something new today, mom? Well, alright..."
"Ummm...what, pray tell, is this stuff?"
"Oh...no...this is awful."
"Please don't make me eat more."
Sorry, son. It's for your own good. And the good of mommy's, um...mammories.
"You do know I can mess with your sleep. Seriously mess. It. Up."
Threats will get you nowhere, son.
"Why do you hate me!!!???"
Carrots. It may perhaps be his hair color, but 'tis not his choice of vegetable.