Horribly spoilt brat refused to eat his dinner and just sat and sulked at the table.
His mother patiently attempted to mollify him - "look - tell me what you want to eat - anything - and I'll get it for you.
He sat and thought, and finally said "some worms".
"You mean spaghetti?"
"No", he pouted, "some real worms from the garden".
She remonstrated, and finally went out into the garden, gingerly picked out a few worms, washed them, chopped them up, put them in a bowl and placed them before him.
"Want some custard on them", he snarled.
Another argument, and finally she got some custard and poured it on the worms and placed it in front of him again.
He stared at her defiantly; "you try them first".
Determined not to give in this time, she refused, until at last she saw he wasn't going to eat anything until she did, so she closed her eyes and put a spoonful in her mouth.
He immediately flew into a tantrum and began to kick her under the table.
"What's the matter now?" she said, at the end of her tether.
"You've just eaten the bit I wanted".
Jim Carroll