I took my son to his first Major League baseball game when he was four.
The game was delayed, so we spent our time talking and eating everything the concession had to offer:
Hot dogs, pretzels, nachos, pizza, soda, peanuts, ice cream, and cotton candy.
About a year later, I asked my son if he'd like to go to another game.
He thought about it for a moment and then replied, "No, thanks, Dad. I'm really not that hungry."