Earned my money today. When presented with his dinner, D exclaimed: "This food is terrible! YOU eat it! You hurt my lungs on PURPOSE! I am leaving this place!"

At which point he put on his shoes, hat, and sunglasses, and his school bag. Thank goodness he ran into the bathroom to (stall a little longer) so his father and I could laugh without getting caught. And I'm proud to say the boy DID eventually try the chicken, with no yelling and no timeouts. Whew!