"Come on! Eat it!" he says, pushing the spoon of soup towards your face. He's already tried 'here comes the airplane', 'here comes the train', and 'say ahhh.' You were just being a little stubborn. You'd come down with the flu. The only thing you could eat without throwing it up within an hour was Jell-O, but you'd eventually throw that up within two hours. "Eat it or I'll cry and then you'll feel really bad for me because I'm crying," he says, giving you a frown and a look. You may be stubborn about not wanting to eat the soup, but he's even more stubborn. He's been at this for 10 minutes now. The soup has gone cold.