I must say the same thing when it is time for Zach to eat. "So, do you want chicken or fish?" The answer is always "no," but I still ask. Tonight, Zach went straight to the bottom line. No jacking with options. It went like this:
Me: So, doooo
Zach: No
Earlier in the evening he picked up and apple and took a bite. It was really thrilling for me. Then it looked like he thought it was sour. He spit it out and said, "Not my favorite." And that was that.
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