Please, No More Leftovers!

For Jack's lunch I reheated some leftover vegetable soup that had been leftover for a while (neither Aaron nor I would eat it). Jack was sitting in his high chair ready to eat; I brought the bowl and sat down next to him. He took one look at the soup and started crying. Then he turned back for another look and cried harder. I said, "I understand...I'll make you a sandwich." I threw the rest of the soup away.