Noah: "I don't know what to have for lunch."
Me: "What about a peanut butter sandwich?"
Noah: "No! I always have that. I don't want to eat the same thing every day."
Ten minutes later I walk into the kitchen to find him eating a sandwich spread with butter and sprinkled with roasted peanuts. Apparently, it is NOTHING like a peanut butter sandwich.
Me: "Noah, don't forget to floss."
Noah: "I don't like it."
Me: "I know, but you need to do it -- so you have strong healthy gums."
Noah: "I like them weak."