“Mum!” yelled Noah the top of his voice, “what’s for dinner tonight. “Pasta” yelled his mum back. “Ewww I hate pasta” shouted Noah. Later that night Noah had the option to either eat pasta and have desert or no pasta and no desert. “I still don’t want pasta so I will have no pasta and no desert” yelled Noah with a tone of anger in his voice, fine more for me and your father. I Just couldn’t eat something so I had no dinner that night but the next night it was pasta again so I had no dinner again.