you won't like it
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.09.27
The boy's cottoned to my feeble reverse-psychology ploy. To get him interested in some food on the table, I tell him to go play. When he's refusing to try something new, I steal bits of it and tell him to stick with what he knows because he won't like the new stuff.
Today at dinner he told me, "no, daddy, don't eat it!" Corralling his plate and bowl, he said, "you wouldn't like it."