Taters 'n' Gravy...

He's eating. Repeat, he is eating.

He hasn't had anything in two months. Early this week, first came the Chocolate Jello.

"Chocolate is not my flavor," he told the nurse. He has the pass-through valve on his trachea, allowing air to be forced out his throat on exhale - thus speech is born.

She insisted.

"Chocolate is not my flavor," this time informing her.

Esha butt in, "Um... he never liked chocolate."

The nurse was surprised. (I mean JEEZ, who doesn't like chocolate). Apparently she thought he was just wording randomness. She came back with some applesauce.

Today he has mash potatoes and gravy!