When Cole is having a face-off with some dinner item he doesn't like - broccoli or peculiar looking soup or spaghetti sauce with green stuff - he will often get a look of despair on his face. He will throw his arms up in exasperation and say, "I CAN'T EAT IT! I can't!"
We know exactly what he means. But sometimes we will take this moment to be philosophical. I know it's lost on him.
Mark will sometimes softly say, "Cole, In the Peron family we don't say can't".