Foody Ronaldo sat confidently in his usual spot, eyes bright and curious as Mom prepared his meal. When the bowl came closer, he leaned forward eagerly, expecting something sweet or familiar. But the moment he smelled the carrot, his expression changed. His brows furrowed, and his mouth tightened with clear disappointment.
Mom gently offered a small piece toward his mouth. Ronaldo reacted instantly. He pushed his tongue out dramatically, shaking his head in strong refusal. His tiny face showed pure protest. This was not what he wanted. He turned away, then peeked back, hoping the carrot might magically disappear. It didn’t.
Mom tried again, smiling patiently. Ronaldo stuck his tongue out even farther this time, making a funny but stubborn face. He smacked his lips and let out a small complaining sound, clearly saying no without words. The carrot touched his lips briefly before he pushed it away with determination.
For a moment, Ronaldo crossed his arms and sat still, pretending to be calm, but his eyes stayed locked on the bowl. Hunger battled with dislike. He wanted food, just not that food. Mom spoke softly, encouraging him, reminding him it was good for his little body.
Finally, Ronaldo gave in just a little. He tasted a tiny bite, then paused. His face twisted again, unsure, unimpressed. He didn’t cry, but he didn’t smile either. He chewed slowly, then pushed the rest away with his tongue. Mom laughed gently, understanding his mood. That day, the carrot didn’t win completely—but patience did. Ronaldo learned that trying comes before liking, and Mom learned that even the foody ones have limits. Refusing carrots didn’t make Ronaldo naughty. It just made him adorably honest about his taste.
