Helen is, by far, a better eater than Connor. She's SLOW, but she generally likes food more than Connor, is more willing to try new things, and only refuses to eat a small number of things (including drinking milk, but that's a two year battle that was given up quite a while ago at this point).
Recently, Helen has decided she doesn't like shrimp. This is a problem, given that we eat shrimp at least once a week in our house. A couple of nights ago, she stared sullenly at her plate and exclaimed:
"DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO EAT THIS PESTICIDE SHRIMP?".