Getting Picky

Damn it. Clark has finally figured out that he can reject food. He hasn't yet discovered how to spit food out, but instead he reaches inside of his mouth and pulls the offending taste right off his tongue. And lately, nearly every taste is offensive. Literally all he ate for dinner tonight was cheese. Last night all he had was mashed potatoes, but I managed to sneak some spaghetti squash into his taters and he didn't notice. Now if I can just figure out how to fold carrots into slices of cheese, and add spinach into yogurt, he might not develop malnutrition.