Last night Silas didn’t like the chicken his mother cooked for dinner. It was grilled and he wanted fried. Jenny told Silas to eat his dinner; Silas boldly proclaimed, “I will not eat more than three bites of chicken.” I turned to him and said, “I’ll bet you that you do.” And with that give and take, battle lines were drawn. It’s a fascinating thing played out at family dinner tables, high government negotiations, and everywhere in-between.Continue Reading…