Fussy Eater Survivor Pillows

'There is something wrong with the spinach. It tastes good.'

"Tonight, perhaps Mrs. Lewis would prefer this quiet little table for two from which to send back her entrée?"

"Five hamburgers with buns, three hamburgers without buns and two buns, without hamburgers."

"They always throw us stale bread, so I've decided to bake my own, fresh break..."

"Sorry, dear... I don't have a pumpkin spiced flat white chai latte. I just have this one..."

'How is the water prepared?'

"If man is my best friend, why is he giving me this crap to eat?"

"This alphabet soup is in Times New Roman. I ordered Segoe Script! May I please speak to the chef?"

"I mean, he does have a point."

"Michael, do your dinner."

"For regurgitated food, it's great, but the presentation..."

"Looks like we'll be eating leftovers for a month!"

'Could we send the broccoli to Haiti?'

"Eat those veggies or I'll change the wifi password."

"It's an ugly nose, but at least it gets rid of some broccoli."

'Yeah, my mum never forces me to try something new, but then again, we always eat the same thing...'

"Do I have to eat the cherry?"

"Skunk! How is it?"

'Ketchup? You know that's an insult to the chef, right?'

"Don't get me wrong, I like apples, but for some reason, that seems to be the only treat they ever give us..."

'I don't really hate vegetables, but if I eat them, what's next...GIBLETS?'

"How could they possibly know it's gluten-free, low gi. . . ?"

Picasso paints AND eats like a child!

'for the record, it tasted like black licorice.'

'Wait a minute! I want it stirred, not shaken!'

A single man can be seen through the front window of the "ME Only Restaurant".

'C'mon, just eat a mouseful.'

"Ewww – Cabernet with tuna fish?"

"You're not being punished, Kenny...Salad is what we're having for dinner."

The wrong approach to getting a child to take medicine.

'Really, would it be asking too much for maybe a nice piece of cake?'

'Oh I can't stay here, i'm allergic to shell fish.'

'I love the simplicity of this place!'

"What do you mean, 'No hot pastrami'? What kind of heaven do you call this?"

"Please mum, please!"