On Wednesday Eli begged for scrambled eggs for breakfast. I reminded him that he has had them before and does not like them/won't eat them. But, he insisted, he wanted scrambled eggs. I obliged (of course) one egg perfectly scrambled. He took one bite and had this "this is so disgusting but I am going to swallow" look on his face. Once it was down he drank his entire cup of juice without taking a breath. I told him I was glad he tried them, but that he really didn't have to eat them if he didn't like them. He was polite - he handed the plate back to me and said "Lets try again when I turn 5."
It is on my calendar.