My nan makes a vat of soup every week for her and my grandad. She is trying to convince me that I should have a bowl for lunch.
I do not like a single ingredient of the soup. I am old enough to know when I do not like the taste of something.
Apparently I'm being childish because I do not want any fucking soup.
Why oh why must usually sensible adults, when confronted by another sensible adult who doesn't like something, feel the need to persuade them that they do not know their own mouth?!