Why aren't you eating?
I don't think I can.
Sometimes the different foods touch each other, Sheldon.
Not the end of the world.
No.
I'm afraid I'll choke again.
Oh, honey, that's not going to happen.
Go ahead.
Eat your dinner.
What's all this about choking?
Sheldon almost died this morning.
What?
Oh, yeah.
Dad was shaking him upside down like a ketchup bomb.
It was great.
Well, you've got to eat something, baby.
Just have a few bites.
I can't.
It's too risky.
Dibs on tater tots.
All right, I'll wrap that up for you.
And if you change your mind, you can have some later.
At least drink your milk.
Sure.
My mother and father saw that I'd been traumatized and were patient and understanding about my fear of eating solid foods.
This lasted one more day.
Sheldon Lee Cooper, if you don't finish that pork chop, I swear I will chew it up and spit it in your mouth like a mama bird.
Do it, Mom.
Do it.
Mary, can I speak to you for a second?
No, enough is enough.
The boy has got to eat.
Just give me a minute.
Start eating, mister.
You don't mind, right?
How about I cut that pork chop off the bone and throw it in the blender with some gravy?
If it fits through a bendy straw, I'll drink it.
Why does he get a pork shake?
This is all my fault.
I rushed him through breakfast the other day, and now look, he is wasting away.
Oh, come on.
You can't blame yourself.
This isn't going to last.
Remember the time a bee got in the house and he slept under a net for a couple months?
This is different.
How?
First of all, you let that bee in.
The bee was your fault.
OK.
Secondly, this is about his health.
He is a fragile little boy.
He can't go on like this.
I'm not arguing with you.
Let's just give him a little more time.
Now what?
Sounds like your mom's making margaritas.
What's he drinking?
Pork chop and gravy.
I snuck some broccoli in there, too.
I'm real glad you've been getting out again.
Me too.
We had a nice dinner, took a walk.
He's a divorcee, you know.
I didn't.
It's not a big deal for those people.
If they're not a lawyer, they're related to one.
You're actually cutting the crust off before you blend it?
I left it on his tuna sandwich yesterday.
He said he could tell.
Only drank half of it.
Mary, you think this has gone on long enough?
No trouble.
But it'd be better if I had two blenders.
It'd be better if you stopped coddling him.
Well, I don't know what else to do.
I suggested that we take him to some kind of professional, but you said he'd outgrow it.
Well, if you're looking for a psychiatrist, I bet my new fella's related to one.
What do you think?
Not sure.
If we take him to a shrink, it feels like we're admitting something's wrong with him.
He hasn't had solid food in five weeks.
Well, if there is something wrong with him, it ain't constipation.
OK.
Let's see if we can find somebody.
Thank you.
Needs a few more Cheetos.