I used to hate cranberry sauce. Now, I like it.

I used to hate parsnips. Now I like it.

I used to hate green olives. Now I like them.

My kid "doesn't like tomatoes, but tomato sauce is okay." I know he's just never had a fresh, ripe tomato, because I never had a way to get them for him. He decided this when he was a young boy, and has kept the idea for over 20 years now. I've never tried to change his mind because I don't care if he likes tomatoes or not. I expect someday someone will get him to try a fresh, ripe tomato, and he'll then blame me for never trying to change his mind. Such are kids. Such is life.

Your parents know that you might start liking something you used to hate, so they keep trying.

What the hell man. You vaguely seemed to like it one time when you were 3. It's like you think we don't even pay attention.

My parents did this to me and when they couldn't convince me I was wrong started trying to shame me for not liking what they like.

I'm 40 and my mom still likes to argue with me about whether or not I like chocolate

My father is like that, always trying to argue against someone's preference as if it will change. At one point I discovered he HATES the idea of flavored coffee, instead of just straight black, and I got to have a field day throwing the entire list of arguments right back at him in rapid succession.

• You don't like...
• Have you tried it recently?
• This one really good, much better than other ones you've had before
• You should try it again
• It's really good for you
• You know your tastes change as you get older
• Just try a little bit
• It's not going to hurt you
• That doesn't count, you barely tried it, take a bit more