Dinner

Were our parents evil for making us eat what they fixed? Somehow I think I've been too lax in this effort--as evidenced by James sitting at the table for almost at hour refusing to eat a burrito from Taco Bell because the beans look "different." Wouldn't even take a bite! Just cried and absolutely could not make himself eat it. Part of me wanted to give up and part of me wanted to shove that burrito in his mouth. (Is that bad?) I did actually give up and leave the room. Richard handled it from there. James did finally eat something, but I'm not sure if Richard actually got him to try it or just made him one from home. I guess it's a good thing that he prefers homemade to fast food. But where, oh where did he learn to be so stubborn! :::looking around innocently:::