Last night, Connor decided to try a dish at dinner that he used to love, then decided he did not like at all, and now apparently is back to thinking it's edible. After tentatively trying a few bites, he looked up at me and said:
"It's not terribly good, but it's still pretty good."
He proceeded to eat the whole meal. It's not the boldest compliment my cooking has ever received, but it's one of the few I've gotten in a while from Connor. I'll take it.