Kids are Weird

Exhibit A:

Harrison had a five-minute conversation with himself at lunch yesterday about strawberries. It went like this:

Yeah...mmm rawbrys...mm. yum yum. yep. rawbrys. mmm. rawbrys. yum yum yum rawbrys rawbrys rawbrys. yepf. yah. mm. yum. rawbrys rawbrys. yah...

Ashley said he sounds like Billy Bob in Slingblade. Doug and I think he sounds like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Main. Neither comparison is particularly complimentary.

Exhibit B:

He has become an OCD food sorter. No one food can touch any other food on his plate. He will also not eat any food that consists of mixed foods (e..g, fried rice, stew, chili). All mixed foods must be unmixed into their basic components before serving. Yesterday he found a piece of ground beef in his rice. Not even a piece. A spec, really. And he picked up the grain of rice and attempted to remove the spec of meat. After about two minutes of this he gave up and wiped the be-meated rice on the table instead.

I'm not sure what to do about this last thing. Do I keep sorting everything out so that he eats and wait for the day when he outgrows this? Or do I just give him the food as is and hope that he'll start eating it when he realizes it's that or nothing?

Ai-yah!