In college I worked at a detention/rehab facility for kids and teens. We served the kids dinner each night, which on this particular night included mashed potatoes with very questionably runny gravy. One of my kids was such a finicky eater and always complained about his food. I served him mashed potatoes with the gravy that flooded his plate, to which his response was:
"My plate looks like a swimming pool!"
Cute...almost. Eat it anyway.