he speared a sprout and held it in the air.
john: what is this?
me: what do they taste like?
he takes a bite and chews it thoughtfully.
john: i don't really know.
me: (dramatic pause) it's a brussel sprout.
john: i don't like brussel sprouts.
me: when was the last time you had brussel sprouts?
john: i haven't. i just don't like them.
he eats and goes into the kitchen for seconds, returning with with a pretty generous pile of sprouts.
me: i thought you didn't like brussel sprouts?
john: i don't.me: (gasp) oh that's right. okay.