Payne has discovered the art of "cooking". And by cooking I mean combining everything served to him during a meal and stirring it all together. The disturbing part is that he eats his creations happily.
I served him mac and cheese with canned carrots (he inexplicably loves canned carrots even though they're pretty much the most disgusting canned vegetable available...inferior in grossness only to canned asparagus) and he tossed in his sliced grapes. This bothered me so greatly that I hand picked all of the grape slices out. Of course, he just did it again, and scarfed down the casserole of nasty with relish.