Once when my niece was sick and in the hospital, I kept her son. It was difficult for me since I had a hectic job but also because I had to take him to school and then pick him up from the family who picked him up from school and who lived in the next town. I was not familiar with his eating habit, so I asked him a lot about what he wanted for meals. The first time I had him when we were going to eat, I stopped by the grocery store and asked him what he wanted to eat and he kept saying ‘nothing.’ Finally, after telling him he had to pick something because he needed to eat, he chose soup. We went to the soups, and I asked him what kind of soup he liked and he said the kind with nothing in it. I told him that that was called broth, but I kept showing him different soups to try to get him to change his mind. He kept saying he didn’t want anything in it so I got him broth. I stopped for tacos and asked him if he wanted a taco and he said no. When we got home, I fixed the broth and placed it in front of him at the table. I could from my peripheral vision that he had lowered his head and was staring in the bowl, so I asked him what was wrong, and he shouted, There’s nothing in it’!
All I could do was smile and give him a taco.