While trying to get Eamon excited about tonight's casserole dinner...
Me: "Mmm, don't you think it smells good?"
Eamon: "Is it bacon?"
Me: "Well, no... It's a yummy chicken casserole! Doesn't it smell good?"
Eamon: "Eh."
Right after the casserole came out of the oven...
Me: "I'm going to put some parmesan cheese on mine. Do you want some too?"
Eamon: "Will it cover up how horrible the casserole tastes?"
Me: "Nah, probably not. I'll still put some cheese on it though."
Eamon: "Ok."
For a kid who intended to hate tonight's casserole, I heard very few complaints once he took a bite. ;)
UPDATE: I have been informed by my food-phobic 7 year old that my casserole has been renamed and shall henceforth and forever be referred to as... "The Horrible Casserole." That kid... ;)
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