It sounds like such a good idea to parents. “If you don’t like what we’re having for dinner, just take scout’s bites.” Generally that’s one bite for each year of age. Logical; fair; respectful. So last night at dinner when Maggie was less than thrilled with her broccoli, we told her she just needed two more bites to fulfill scout’s requirements.
The problem is Maggie is much more headstrong than the average scout. And so when she made herself gag on it and threw up her entire dinner at the table, we started to think we might need a different strategy.
Magrilless 
Indeed……
Some things are just too awful for even scout's bites.
I threw up over peas when I was four, and I still hate them. Picked every one of them out of salad just yesterday.