I recall reading them to my children loving the naughty boy in Where the Wild Things Are. As a little girl, I had once been forced to stay at the dining table "until I finished my spinach." It was a war of the wills with my mother and as I remember it, I sat there for what seemed like days, even weeks. In reality it was several hours and it ended only because my sister came in and held watch while I flushed most--not all (didn't want to look obvious)--of the spinach down the toilet. I then called my mother, who was happy to declare victory and sent me to bed.
We had moved beyond conversation when I shouted 'NO" as loudly as I could in response to my mother's announcement that I would have to eat the spinach or suffer severe consequences.
Thankfully, my kids liked spinach.