"What are we having for dinner tonight?" Dallin inquired.
I told him that we were lucky because we get to have salmon, which is a kind of fish.
"I don't like fish."
"Oh, it's delicious." I told him. "And it's pink." I altered a familiar phrase from Dr. Seuss, "Some are red, and some are blue. Some are pink..." I paused, searching for the right ending.
"And some stink!" Dallin quipped.
Dallin did not eat his salmon. Dallin ate a baked potato.