I have found that parenthood is a constant journey of acquiring a taste for foods that kids just won't eat, so you know there will always be some for you.

It explains why my father ate black pudding and pickled mussels when I was a kid. Didn't work, just like it doesn't work for me.

kiddo can't speak yet, so for me it's the other way around:

Me: Wait a minute, what are you eating?!
Kid: runs away, chews faster

🤣🤣🤣