Me: “Dinner is served.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “What is that? It’s all grey.”

Me: “Pork loin. It’s delicious.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I tried it but I don’t like it. I like meat that is more wet.”

Me: “Moist is the word we use there, and yes it’s a tiny bit overcooked. But it’s still delicious.”

DM: “I don’t like it.”

Me: “Can you try it before you hate it?”

DM: “Did you put any brown sugar on the sweet potatoes?”

Me: “Yes, lots.”

DM: “Not enough. They just taste like terrible orange potatoes.”

LMT: “I don’t like them either. They’re too soft. I like them hard and crunchy.”

Me: “You know…”

DM: “I’ll just make a PBJ.”

LMT: “Me too!”

Me: “Ingrates.”

DM: “What?”

Me: “I said… enjoy your PBJs.”