So Rob has entered yet another “phase” where he is not recognizing food “norms”. The raw sweet potato sandwich and the bead swallowing were the beginning. He will pour his drink onto his plate, add yogurt to the peanut butter jar and just today he made himself a cat food and cheese sandwich. Fortunately Nonna Biba was there to foil that attempt. He is having trouble with his utensils too. He uses pens, blocks or whatever is in the vicinity to transfer the food into his mouth. He is also eating obsessively; perhaps the “full” signal has been compromised. Tonight after a lovely dinner out, where we all ate way too much, he returned home for a delicious grapefruit sandwich. I think it’s a ploy designed to make me crazy