Because of his refusal to eat, the frantic mother had taken her 2-year old son to a psychiatrist, who coaxed the boy with every conceivable goody in vain. Finally he said, “What would you like to eat?”

“Worms,” was the calm reply.
Not to be outdone, the psychiatrist sent his nurse out for a plate full of the wrigglers.
“Here,” he barked to the boy.

“I want them fried,” came the answer.
The nurse did and returned with the plate.

“I only want one,” said the food hater.
The doctor got rid of all but one.
“Now,” he exploded, “eat!”

The boy protested, “You eat half.”
The doctor did, then he dangled the remaining half in the little fellow’s face.
The boy burst into loud tears.

“What’s the matter now?” yelled the infuriated medic.
“You ate my half,” the boy wailed.