Me: What pizza do you want Sam?
Sam: I’ll have the Hot Shot.
Me: Let’s see, that has pepperoni, peppers, onions, and chilies… That has hot chilies on it, Sam. Why don’t you choose another.
Sam: No, I want the Hot Shot.
Me: It will be very spicy-hot. Pick another pizza.
Sam: I like spicy food. I want the Hot Shot, that’s the only one I want. I’m not picking another one.

Me: OK, alright, if you insist. Time to teach son a lesson.

Pizza arrives
Me: you might want to pick a few of those chilies off that slice. Looks like there are quite a lot of chilies on there, Sam.
Sam: No, I like hot chilies. Takes a big bite. Oh… hoooo, hoooo… Erm, it’s good. Takes another bite. Whoo… fire… coming. out. of. mouth. Reaches for water.
Me: Oh, you got to be tough now and eat this pizza you just *had* to have. Smiles wickedly
Sam: Eyes widening. OK, I will.

Second slice
Sam: Takes a nibble. I think I’m full now.
Me: We’ll just pick those chilies off then, shall we?
Sam: Yes, please!