Charles can hold food in his mouth for a long time, ten to fifteen minutes at least. He combines this with the habit of deciding, after all that time, that he really didn’t like the food much anyway and wanting to get rid of it. Mom, the silly girl, has trained him that the correct way to rid himself of chewed food he no longer desires is to whine until a parent puts an open hand out near his mouth at which point he disposes of the remains. I suppose it’s better than him just spraying it out over the furniture. It’s sometimes hard to guess that he has a food problem because it can have been a while since he ate. Yesterday he insisted on carrots with breakfast. Afterwards he went in to play some computer games. He’d switched to the second game before he started making his little whining sounds. Charles had kept a mouth full of chewed up carrot the entire time. It wasn’t quite what Dad was expecting…