"She'll be coming round the mountain" is a bedtime favorite lately, which inspired me to put dumplings in the soup last night, which turn out to be delicious butter-laden doughy globs.
Mr. Pants, who detests new foods, sat at the table and cried for at least ten minutes that he HATES dumplings and will NEVER eat a dumpling and can't STAND that I ALWAYS get to pick what's got dinner because he HATES trying new things and he HATES dumplings. Then, finally, he tasted one.
"Hm! I kind of like the dumpling!"