Thomas is a picky eater, and like most children, he doesn't particularly like to eat his greens. So after searching the Internet for help, Sebastian comes up with an idea he hopes will solve the problem.

"Dinnertime!" Kurt sings, affecting a 1950s housewife pose with bent knee, cocked hip, and a dish in each hand. Sebastian wolf-whistles, drumming a sultry beat on his thigh as Kurt struts to the table, delivering two meticulously plated meals – one for his smirking husband and one for his giggling son.

"Mmm! This looks amazing!" Sebastian says, talking up Kurt's meal in front of the boy poking unhappily at the pile of greens in front of him. Their son's reaction, in itself, is progress. Usually a presentation of spinach would immediately be followed by a long whine, then an hour's worth of surreptitious smuggling under the table to Hepburn, who ironically loves all things leafy and green.

"Thank you, thank you." Kurt kisses his husband's cheek, doing his best to keep the conversation moving, taking attention away from the fact that both men are eyeing their son, waiting to see his reaction to the one food that has been declared the enemy by not only him, but thousands of children with taste buds all across the globe.

Thomas's picky eating has been a concern for a while. He has, among other things, texture issues and an oversensitive palate. But Kurt is desperate to change that, trying everything in his culinary power to come up with a meal that they don't have to drown in ketchup to get him to eat it.

After searching the Internet for an answer to this dilemma, Sebastian stumbled across a Reddit post that sparked a plan. He and Kurt talked it over a few nights before, and even though it wouldn't be Kurt's first course of action, at this point, he's willing to give anything a shot.

Sebastian looks from Thomas to Kurt. Kurt gives him a nod, then walks back to the stove to retrieve his own plate of food.

"Okay, Tom-Tom." Sebastian leans in a few inches, speaking in a hushed tone as if he and his son are sharing a secret right underneath Kurt's nose. "Are you ready to give it a shot?"

Thomas smiles the wide, mischievous smile of a child who is completely certain he's about to get one over on an unsuspecting parent. "Yeah! I'm ready!"

"We'll start with two spoonfuls and see how that goes. I mean, we don't want to flip the car over entirely, right?"

"Right!"

"What are you guys talking about?" Kurt asks, returning to the table and setting his plate down.

"Uh … nothing." Sebastian throws Thomas an obvious wink.

"Yeah, Papa." Thomas giggles. "Nothing."

Kurt looks from father to son, scrutinizing their barely concealed looks of guilt. Sebastian has managed to churn out a decently innocent smile, but Thomas is biting back his excitement so hard his chair is vibrating beneath him. Kurt looks them over one last time, and shrugs. "Alright then." He unfolds his napkin and spreads it out on his lap. "Dig in."

"Oh, we will."

"Yeah, Papa. We will."

Sebastian holds up two fingers to his son to indicate two spoonfuls. Thomas nods, picks up his spoon, and gets to work, loading it up with only enough spinach to constitute a spoonful, then shoveling it in his mouth. His face pinches the second the spinach comes in contact with his tongue. He clamps his mouth shut, chews quickly, then swallows. He looks at Sebastian for approval, who gives it in the form of two thumbs up. After that, the second spoonful, less constructed and less precise, chases the first with only a hint of a scowl.

Kurt watches the exchange between father and son and tries not to laugh. Thomas thinks he's being so slick but, just like his father, he's nowhere near close.

"Okay?" Sebastian whispers.

"Blech! Okay!" Thomas replies.

Sebastian pushes out his chair and jumps to his feet. "Let's go!"

"Yes!"

"What?" Kurt looks up from his plate with mock confusion. "Where are you guys going?"

"Uh … nowhere …"

"The front yard," Sebastian amends, "but only for a minute. You can keep eating if you want! Don't mind us!"

"Yeah, right," Kurt mutters, pushing away from the table and following the Dynamic Duo outside. "Like I'm going to leave the two of you alone, even if I do know what's going on."

Kurt catches up with them right as he hears Thomas ask, "So, should I try your big car, or the red one?"

"No, no! Let's try Papa's Navigator! It's bigger!"

"Yeah!"

"Uh … Se-Sebastian, can we talk about this?" Kurt attempts to get his husband's attention, but they've already rounded behind his SUV out of earshot. Kurt's not thrilled with the idea of them messing with his SUV. He's had it since high school. It's his baby. But for the sake of their son's health, he does his best to let it go.

"Remember," Sebastian instructs, positioning Thomas's hands so his fingers curl underneath the rear bumper, "lift with your knees. You don't want to hurt your back."

Kurt stands by with clenched teeth and watches Sebastian direct their son. He's joined by an anxious Hepburn, coming to heel by his side and gazing up at him with questioning eyes.

"Pfft. Don't look at me," Kurt says. "This wasn't my idea."

"Alright!" Sebastian pats Thomas on the back like he's a prize fighter ready to begin his first fight. "On the count of three! One … two … three!"

With a loud grunt, Thomas heaves up as hard as he can, pushing the bumper of the Navigator with all his might. Hepburn barks. Sebastian chants, "Go, go, go!" Kurt hugs his arms, caught between joining in the chant and rescuing his baby – both of them.

"I … I saw it move!" Sebastian cheers. "Tom-Tom! I saw it move!"

Thomas lets go of the bumper, huffing and puffing from his efforts. "You … you did?"

"Yeah, I did! High five!" Sebastian holds out a hand and Thomas smacks it.

"Should I try again?" Thomas asks, already poised to grab the bumper and shove up harder this time.

"No, no." Sebastian puts his hands on his son's shoulders and massages gently. "You can't do too much at one time. This is just the beginning. Two spoonfuls of spinach only lasts for so long."

"True, true." Thomas nods sagely, a look of intense determination on his face that makes Kurt smile.

"I think we should go back inside and finish that spinach," Sebastian says, leading his son to the front door. "Then, after a good night's sleep, we can try again tomorrow."

"Okay, Daddy."

"But maybe with one of Daddy's vehicles this time," Kurt suggests.

Thomas looks back at the massive black SUV sitting in their driveway and straightens his spine with pride. Then he strides into the house with Hepburn beside him, ready to tackle the rest of his spinach because, after all, after almost lifting a three ton vehicle, downing a few slimy green leaves is nothing. Kurt watches their small boy go, astounded that after dozens of fights and tantrums and begging (both by him and them), his husband managed to superhero logic Thomas into eating his vegetables.

Sebastian stops beside his husband, waiting for some input. "So …?"

"So …" Kurt stares at Sebastian, searching for the flaw in this idea, trying to divine the possible disastrous outcome. But when he can't find one, he shakes his head "… I can't believe that worked."

"Well, the power of Popeye should not be underestimated. I'm just glad he liked the show as much as he did." Sebastian wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, running a hand up and down his back. "You're not mad at me for lying to our son, are you?"

"I perpetuated the whole Santa Claus thing, so I really can't judge. Besides, he's eating something that's not chicken nuggets or pizza for once. I say it's a win. Hey …" Kurt pulls in close, fitting his body suggestively against his husband's, come hither eyes lingering on his husband's lips "… can you think up a lie that will make him eat Brussel sprouts?"

Sebastian takes the bait and kisses Kurt, but it's cut short by a laugh. "Babe, I'm good, but I'm not a miracle worker."