Mom: What do you want for lunch?
Booker: Cereal... with water.
Mom: No, that's gross. What do you want?
Booker: Cereal with water.
Mom: You can't have cereal with water.
Booker: CEREAL. WITH. WATER.
Mom: Ew. No.
Meltdown of the century ensues. Yelling, crying, rolling around on the ground, gnashing of teeth, tearing of hair. Much pleading for the cereal... with water.
Mom: Fine. But you have to stop crying right now.
Booker: sob Mom, I lub you sob
I guess you gotta try everything at least once.