So tonight for dinner I decided to cook instead of heat up. Heat-up food is the kind that Maria likes. So I knew I was in for a battle with her. But a promise was made to Luke about me making stew. However, Luke doesn't really know what stew is, and I really don't have time to make it. So I improvised.
This is "Chicken Noodle Stew". I invented it, I think. I baked the chicken in the oven, cooked the frozen egg noodles, and made a white sauce with butter, flour, and chicken broth. When all that gets combined, you have stew. (I'm sure in veggie eating households, something with color could have been added, but here we consider white things to be "safe" to eat.)

Luke dove right in, no problem. In between bites he was trying to convince Maria to try it. She was having none of it. Even with this persuasive argument, "Maria, Maria, it's not even poison", no bites were taken.

Little did she know I had a trick up my sleeve. Earlier in the day I purchased a Transformer musical toothbrush at the store (one just like her brother's). It was really a replacement for his, but he didn't know this yet, so ownership was still fair game.
So a trade was made...a bite of "stew" for a new toothbrush. The deal was sealed - two bites were taken. Another tally mark for mom.