Last night for dinner I made Teriyaki Chicken. Reed kept spitting it out every time we tried to feed it to him, and Sofie would not sit at the table and eat - she just kept running away. Meanwhile, Bella had 3-4 helpings.
I said "Why don't they like my dinner?". Bella replied, "Well, 2 of us like it (Jeff & Bella) and 2 of us don't." And then very matter-of-factly said "Sorry Mom, it's a hard thing to deal with."