Back when we (my two brothers and I) were kids, there was following rule at home: We weren't forced to eat things we didn't like, but we had to try first. There was no way of refusing to eat a meal we hadn't at least tasted first. Our parents wouldn't also cook something special for us (except perhaps on our birthdays); we had to eat what was served on the table and we weren't granted any special wishes.
Wanne be your bichts and Ho and slave be my mistress and Queen
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