Me vs Dinosaur Beans

Yesterday night, in a last ditch effort to save my 2 year old son from scurvy, I made up a song to get him to eat a vegetable. Specifically green beans. 

It went something like this:
Dinosaur beans, dinosaur beans
Gabe's gonna eat some dinosaur beans
Nom nom nom nom (while he ate one)
Gabe ate some dinosaur beans.

By some act of God, this inane song actually worked. I can't believe it did, but it did.  In fact it worked so well that he ate two helpings of beans, which was basically a new parenting high for me.
The drawback was that I had to sing this idiotic song for every. single. bean. 

By this point his sister decided that this was the most amusing thing she'd seen all day, and all but refused to eat her food until I sang the song for her too. This meant 20+ renditions of this irritating musical to get through a meal.

The resulting opera took most of the night, and suffice to say my dinosaur beans were a bit cold by the time I was allowed to take a moment to
consume them between performances. 

But he ate vegetables. I consider it a win.