I call shenanigans

Dinner time has to be Will's least favorite time of day.  It is an exercise in frustration every night unless I fix him what we call a "Will plate" consisting of boring foods that are acceptable to his discerning palate.  When I cook dinner, which is most nights, I make him try one bite of everything that I have made.  He usually will come running up to the table and examine his plate, and if he finds it unacceptable he will go run and get in his bed.  He has spent lots of time at the dinner table --an hour and a half might be his longest to date-- stubbornly refusing to choke down one bite of chicken.  And I make good food.  It's so disappointing.  I try to tell him that he's missing out, but he's not buying it.  Anyway, most of these nights end up in tears for him or with some form of punishment.  Last night he brought it to a whole new level.
The two offending foods I had placed on his plate to try last night were some grilled chicken and steamed broccoli.  Both he has had before.  I asked him to eat one bite of chicken and eat one piece of broccoli and then he could get down.  Matthew, Johnny and I had long been done --Matt had even already polished off his dessert-- and Will still sat at the table stubborn as can be.  Will was left at the dinner table while I bathed John, and Matt had retreated to the living room to read.  I was getting J out of the tub when Will came running in to triumphantly tell me that he had eaten his broccoli and chicken.  I went and examined his plate.  It was indeed gone!  Great job, Will, you may now get down.  He asked if he could have dessert.  Of course not.  But I did give him 5 Skittles.
Minutes later I was wiping down the table and noticed a couple small pieces of chicken stashed in the napkin holder.  "Will, why is there chicken in the napkin holder?"  He says, "I don't know."  "Hmm, well you must have put it there."  He says, "No."  Then he says this, "Don't look in the cabinet!!!  There's nothing in there!!!"  Mmmhmm.  I walked over to the cabinet in the kitchen with Will close on my heels.  I opened it and found a wadded up napkin hiding his chicken in it sitting inside a stack of plastic bowls.  He still denied it.  Oh Will.  We talked about how he had lied to me and not told me the truth.  I had to spank him, and that is the utmost betrayal and insult to Will.  After a long talk I told him he needed to apologize and asked him if he was sorry.  He stood there and shook his head at me.  "Will, you're not sorry for what you did?  You lied to me."  More head shaking.  And then Will was sent to bed.  When Matt went to bed 45 min. later Will was still thrashing around in his bed angry as could be.
I really thought he'd still be angry with me this morning.  He didn't mention it.  Just another Will battle. One day he will eat.  I just know it.  And in the process I hope he learns to tell the truth!