Small Bites

I think I could strip the room of all the pictures and toys. Rip up the carpets so its a bare floor and pad the walls to block out any noise. I could take every single solitary thing out of the room, strip my son down to his birthday suit and put him in there with nothing. Nothing but his lunch.
On the floor.
Not even on a plate, just on the bare ground.
With no napkin.
Void of any and all distraction. Just him and a grilled cheese sandwich.
Alone.
And it would still take him an hour to eat it.