What's for dinner?

What are you making? I don't like that. I think I'm going to throw up. Do I have to eat that? I want this and this but I do not want that. That's gross. I'm sure you all never hear this at dinner time (yeah right) but we do. As the official chef of this house, I think I'm going on strike. Dinner time is such a struggle! Last night Mackenzie wanted me to bury a blueberry in her spoonful of mashed potatoes to make them taste better. Now that's gross!! Oh, someday my children will eat. Maybe.