[I spend the morning making curried squash soup.]
Me: Try some soup.
Me: Just try it. You like soup.
Rooby: No. I don’t want to.
Me: That’s all the lunch I’m making. You should at least try it.
Rooby: [refuses, etc.]
[Enough time elapses that I have given up on feeding my child lunch. I’m in another room reading the newspaper.]
Rooby, coming up to me: Tell me something.
Me: Tell you what?
Rooby: Tell me what I just did.
Me, suspiciously: What did you just do?
Rooby, whispering in my ear: I tried my soup.
Me: You did? I’m so proud of you! What did you think?
Rooby, happily: It was really bad!