I just served dinner which included some cold pasta as I still have no microwave in which to warm it. Anyway, Jack tasted it and declared it too cold and, thus, yukky. Oliver then pulled up to the table, sat down and started eating. Jack said, "Oliver, that pasta is a special kind and if you eat it, you'll never get a tummy ache again, like that one that hurt so bad we had to go to the hospital. It's especially smart to eat all of it; it's like candy." Can you even get over it? I distinctly remember doing these sorts of things to my sister, but still, it's really something to watch. To his credit, Oliver said, "I'll do that in a minute, Jack."