He especially hated when Johnny’s mother brought the class ice-cube popsicles.  

For Richie only ate french fries.  

He would say, “Mom, I hate vegetables. I hate fruit. I especially hate chicken pot pie.”  

“Oh dear,” his mother would say. “I guess I’ll cook you french fries then.”  

And she did. At home and for Richie to bring to school on his birthday.