Fussy Eater Pillows

"And here's a list of food you can't eat."

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

"Do I have to eat the cherry?"

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

'All I heard was soup. You didn't specify whether can or packet.'

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

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

'One sissy steak!'

'I wanna order an extra-large cheese pizza with no peppers, mushrooms, pepperoni, burger, onion, anchovies . . .'

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

"We paid for 'field mice'. How do I know these aren't 'city mice'?"

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

"Please mum, please!"

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

"They must be grown-up ducks, because they're eating the crusts too."

"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?'

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

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

"Yes, I'm sure some child in Brussels won't starve if you eat his sprouts."

"Michael, do your dinner."

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

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

'Do you, Freddie Finicky, promise to eat all your dinners up?'

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

'Could we send the broccoli to Haiti?'

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

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

Picasso paints AND eats like a child!

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

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

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