C-Man: I wish we had some pickles.
Me: It wasn’t on the list.
Me: (silent shrug of not caring because I hate pickles)
C-Man: Because then I would have a peanut butter and pickle sandwich.
Me: That sounds horrifying.
Boy Detective, from the next room: Mom, how do you know it’s horrifying? Have you tried it?
C-Man: Skye, have you even tried pickles?
Me: Pickle juice got on some of my food that I actually wanted to eat once, that was close enough.
Boy Detective: But Mom, how do you know you don’t like something if you don’t try it?
C-Man: Boy Detective, would you try a peanut butter and pickle sandwich?
Boy Detective: Um, no.