His mission, and he chose to accept it.

The agent: "The Bear" a.k.a. "The Picky Eater." (8 years-old)

The mission: avoid eating lasagna at all costs, highly annoying everyone in the process.

The Picky Eater: "I don't like this."
Mom: "You haven't even TASTED it yet!"
The Picky Eater: "I don't have to taste it. I already know I don't like it."
 
The Picky Eater: "I wish I could turn into Garfield. Then I could eat it all really fast like 'GULP!' and turn back into myself and be like, 'Can I have dessert?'"

The Picky Eater: "I wish I had superpowers. I would make any food I don't like turn into pizza. Pizza from Little Ceasar's. That's the superpower I want. Then I could go 'POOF!' and make all this gross food into something that tastes good."

The Picky Eater: "Mom! YOU ATE MY LASAGNA!! I don't want to eat YOUR lasagna! I want MY lasagna!!!!"
Note: this child and I use the same sized plates and about the same amount of food. The only real difference between "my" lasagna that I did not even touch and "his" lasagna that I inadvertently ate was mine had some cheese on the top.


Mom: "Sit down and eat your dinner."
The Picky Eater: "THEY [the other kids] don't have to sit down and eat!! THEY get to watch TV! THEY get to play on laptops! THEY get to play on the Wii!"
Mom: "THEY already ate their food!"
The Picky Eater: "SO?!? They get to have fun and I don't!"

It was at this point Mom left the room to let Dad deal with The Picky Eater. I am pretty sure I just heard him running into his room soooo I'm guessing:

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED