This reminds me of how my mother used to force me to eat my corn. She’d make me eat all the corn she fixed. She said corn was good for your health. She’d wait outside the bathroom, and then check my stool (feces) for corn pieces, after I was done releasing, to ensure that I had eaten all my corn. Guess what…NOW I HATE CORN!!! Moral of the story—you have to let people eat what they want. Everyone has different tastes and forcing someone to eat something they don’t like can be emotionally traumatic. I know now, every time I see a piece of corn, I’ll *eep!!!* before stepping very far away from that peice of corn. Can’t stand it! I HATE CORN!!!