I was serving up dinner. Plates laden down with homemade sloppy joes, oven roasted potatoes and corn from a can. Okay, not the very most health-conscious meal, but it was dinner and I had slaved over the hot stove creating this abundance for my little family. As with every night, Jari complained about dinner. "What is THAT?" he asked pointing to his sloppy joe. "Just eat it, you'll like it," I answered sitting down and rolling my eyes at the ritual of his drama. As he sat, he then eyed his plate again. "Okay, I will eat THAT (pointing to the sloppy joe) but I'm NOT gonna eat the popcorn!"