Billy is a much, not necessarily better, but more interested eater than Ricky has ever been. If he sees you eating it–he wants it. Especially M&Ms. He knows where Grandmama keeps her M&Ms and he’ll go to that shelf and point and grunt for us to give him one or two. He will usually try most foods, but sometimes he doesn’t EAT them right away. He will give it a chew or two, take it out, give it a look, and often set it down on his highchair tray while he moves on to something else. The, um, fun part is that Billy usually goes back to that somewhat chewed food later. It is disgusting, but he eats! Tonight we had pizza and apples and Billy stuffed an apple slice in his mouth, decided he’s had enough of it, took it out, then had a bite or two of pizza. When he was done with the pizza, did he pick up the fresh apple slice on his plate? Nope, he grabbed that already been chewed chunk and finished the job on it. I don’t understand it. I couldn’t do it. But I won’t complain about the fact that he eats, even if it is an odd method he chooses.