This Fiasco Started at 8am

In August or sometime around the end of the summer, Gerret picked up the habit of holding food in his mouth.  When he decides he's had enough, or he just doesn't like what's on the menu, or he doesn't like the color of what's going in... he takes one last bite.  And then holds that bite, swishing around inside the cavity of his mouth, for an indefinite period of time. 

We didn't catch on at first.  Hours after a meal was finished, we'd be playing in another room, or laying him down in his crib, then suddenly the meal would reappear, partially digested.  Gross. 

Now we know what's coming.  We typically make him spit that "last bite" out in the garbage as we leave the table, this so that the partially digested blob doesn't make its way onto our living room carpet or his beloved pillow.  The garbage was where it was at, until the past few days.  The rules have changed again (because PTB is on vacation).  The current law regarding The Last Bite is this:  Gerret will sit in his high chair until the last bite is in his tummy.  Just ask PTB (the lawmaker, himself), who sat in the kitchen this morning for three hours while Gerret worked on swallowing his one and only bite of fried egg.

(Patrick lost by-the-way.  Gerret gagged and threw up)