Thanks for that...our moms had to make sure that we ate everything on our plates...when my brother(a very picky eater, like Randy), did not want to finish his food, my dad would eyeball him, and tell him that he had worked hard to provide for the meal and that my brother needed to finish all his food...my brother would, but he would hum the whole time...whenever my brother hummed while eating, you knew he did not like the meal, but he knew dad would make him eat it anyway...
My brother...the hummer...
Oh how I remember those days.Luckily for me, my sister,who sat next to me at the table, loved the food that I disliked.
I became quite good passing the food under the table to her.LOL!