Jacob: What's your favorite food?
Me: Hmmm... that's a good question. I like so many different kinds of food!
Jacob: Yeah, but what's your very very favorite? You have to pick one.
Me: Ugh. I don't know. I guess Mexican food.
Jacob: What kind of Mexican food?
Me: Anything in a tortilla...?
Jacob: Lots of stuff comes in tortillas.
Me: Enchiladas. I like enchiladas. They're my very favorite.
A couple minutes later:
Jacob: What's your least favorite food?
Me: I don't know. I like most everything.
Jacob: Yeah, but what's your least favorite?
Me: Hmmm...mustard? Chocolate? No. Licorice. Definitely black licorice. I can't even stand the smell of it.
Un-check. Safe again.
Jacob: Would you eat black licorice if it meant that you got to eat endless enchiladas after that?
Me: Yes, yes I would. (Hey, so what if I have no principles. Endless enchiladas? I'm in.)
Jacob: Would you eat enchiladas if they had black licorice in them?
Me: Aw man... that's tougher. Those sound pretty gross. But yes I would. Because I could pick the black licorice out. And then I would just be left with tasty, tasty enchiladas.
Un-check. He'll never beat me.
About ten minutes later:
Jacob: What if there was a pile of poop next to them? Would you eat them then?