A few weeks ago, during my trip to Boise, I went out to lunch with my two sisters, two brothers-in-law, two brand-spankin’-new nephews and my three-year-old niece. My niece was kinda fussy about her food, so my sister and brother-in-law used an Oreo cookie as motivation. Every time she pushed away her food or became engrossed in something other than lunch, they just had to remind her that a cookie was waiting for her if she cleaned her plate. She’d dig in again in no time.

She finally finished eating and asked for the cookie. When she got it, she took a small nibble, made a face and handed it back.

Her dad smiled. “She doesn’t like Oreos. Never has.”