Owen, you can eat chicken strips and French fries.

But it's just ironic. He's asked for every plant in the house... Blueberries, spinach, strawberries, apple, carrots... And I keep saying, "Owen, you can eat what we had for dinner. You already finished the spinach so that leaves chicken nuggets and french fries." He finally just gave in and ate a chicken nugget. I can't decide if that's a victory. :)
In these photos he's eating spinach, no dressing, and pretending to be a moose.