"That's disgusting," he said. The look on his adorable face just priceless.
"No it's not," I answered as I broke off another piece and placed it in my mouth, over-exaggerating my reaction to savor the flavor. "Try one!"
"What'll I do if I don't like it?"
"What'll you do if you do like it?"
Not wanting to admit defeat, but now curious, he thrust his hand out. "Gimme' a piece."
And then, "Maybe one more?" I handed him the rest of the bar.
The fact that I'm allergic to citrus didn't matter, as long as he tried something I knew he'd enjoy.