I just returned two little plates to the kitchen still full of mashed squash with honey and butter. Elizabeth ate hers because she knew she had to, but her friend and Amelie refused to eat theirs. Amelie has refused this (semi)delicious squash three days in a row.
My fridge is still full of it. I don't like squash at all.
At what point do I give up?
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