"Willa," I said, "what would you like for dinner?"
"I not hungry."
"How about soup?"
"Nooo... I don't like soup."
"No. I don't want sweet potato."
"Otay. Frawwww - schases."
I play this joke over and over again on our unsuspecting daughter. Growing up, Grandpa (above) would offer us frawstaches to eat. Pals, frawstaches are the culinary equivalent of snipes. No such thing.
He's good with kids. You can see Willa's adoration and Henry's comfort above.