Mine is one of those. I often think, at mealtimes, "God I wish you were someone else's, then I could blame them" after hearing
"Mummy I am too tired for peas"
"Mummy cabbage makes me need to go and do a wee until you take it away"
"I have lots of space on my plate now, can I have a biscuit?" (meal has been compacted into one side)
"Mummy I only like chicken that doesn't have brown bits on"
"Mummy there is green in this gravy!!!!"
"Mummy, what are the red lumps? I don't like red lumps"
"I don't like onions"
"I only eat potatoes that don't have any skin on and are round"
I don't know where he gets these bizarre food rules. I am NOT a panderer. He never has to eat but if he doesn't give his dinner a good go, he gets it back for supper.