I was in the kitchen the other day cutting one of those obscenely large whole pickles down to manageable slices when Jack walked in. He has recently started to dislike pickles. Every time I offer one to him he says NO.
Jack: Oh can an I have one?
me: (???) I thought you hated pickles?
Jack: No I love them!
me: Come on. You never want them any more and you told me not to pack them in your lunch.
Jack: Yeah not when they’re whole and shaped like that. That’s just awkward!
Mystery solved. You could get beat up in 7th grade for having a lunch item shaped like that.