I made lasagna with spinach in it the other night.
DH: Is this spinach? Yum!
Me: Yes, it's spinach, felt a little "veggie" tonight.
Jean: Does MINE have spinach?
Me: Well, you see that green stuff, you've already eaten a bit? It may or may not be spinach.
Jean: EW I DON'T LIKE SPINACH.
Note, she's always eaten spinach in the past, no problem.
Jean then proceeds to eat, occasionally asking if her serving--which came out of the same pan as the rest of ours--had spinach. I told her that all the rest of the lasagna had spinach in it, and hers had the same items as the rest of the lasagna. I pointed out the greens again.
Jean cleaned her plate. Inhaled it, really. I told her she had eaten spinach. She gagged.
Now, next day, lunch time.
Jean: Mom, do we have leftover lasagna?
Me: Yes, but it has spinach in it.
Jean: That's fine, I'll eat it. It doesn't taste that bad, and it's better than going hungry.