As someone who cooks for his family (and who is constantly hungry) I'm never sure what to do when one of my children just won't eat. I have memories of being sent to bed without dinner as a kid, although I don't believe that actually happened. Just the threat of it was enough to sear it on my brain.
Last night I was faced with this dreaded situation. Pinta didn't want the frozen meatballs Santa Maria had prepared for her. She was fussy when she went to bed. Miracle! She didn't wake and demand a milkshake at midnight.