I tried everything. Reasoning. Bribery. Horse trading. Cajoling. No go. Quinn would not eat his food. I surrender, and let prettypammie try.
She takes one bite from his bowl. Then looks at him and goes "hey, I found a macaroni and cheese!" and offers it to him. (It was actually a three-cheese spiral pasta...but she knew to speak his tongue, I guess). Mouth opens. The next thing I hear is "I want chicken." Pop! Then she steps back, and he's munching away.
* sigh *
Well, at least I cooked the dinner and rotated laundry, etc., today...I'll leave the miracles like getting a toddler to eat to Pam.