Doug has diagnosed me with FSD (Food Sensory Disorder). It’s a disorder that he created when I could taste a sunflower seed in a bagel on our way to Mississippi a few years ago. When we got to my parents house, we found that FSD is genetic because Doug diagnosed my mom after she said the citrus tea had a strong citrus flavor (basically FSD just means that you can taste things). I think I might have passed down FSD to Steven. He hasn’t had problems with flavor…his problem is more of the sensory nature (and because FSD isn’t real, I figure I can add symptoms).
Remember when he had the puff? I thought it was just the puff…until I gave him cooked carrots tonight. He’s had (and loved) carrots baby food, but when I gave him teeny pieces this is the face I got.
After a minute of work, he got the carrots out of his mouth and was a happy camper. Feeding this guy might be tricky!
