Feeding frenzy - are you sure you don't have worms

I am glad that myself and Ciara are fans of Prof. Brian Cox.  It is not that he has taught us about keyboard stylings or the music of the 90s.  Rather he has explained to us, by-the-by how it is that Max can eat so much.  He clearly has a fully functional Black Hole somewhere in his digestive system.  The Litres of breast and formula milk, the spoons of carrot, butternut squash, melon and sweet potato are trapped in the inescapable gravity well that is little Max - the output does not match the input so a Black Hole is the only explanation.

He has always chugged down the milk.  He takes to both the nipple and teat with a fervor that does little to damage the teat but has a rather dramatic effect on Ciara.  He took a little while to get the hang of solid foods.

Well they are called solid food but they are don't follow any of the normal features of a solid.  They are a mush, a big mushy mush.  As I say, he took a little while to get the hang of them.  For the first couple of weeks he was a cat, he lapped at the spoon and it was more luck than planning that some morsels got in.  Those few morsels tasted good though and the banana especially.  Once the taste stuck, he approached the problem and in true Max fashion and came to a startling realisation.  If he opens his mouth and then chomps down, it works much better.

There is a cliche that babies get their food all over themselves when they eat.  This is true, to an extent, but I think it is more to do with the feeder than the feedee.  Max is willing to suck in all food that comes within reach.  He is also however a twitchy writher when being fed.  The hand of the feeder must match the movement of the face, the timing of the spoon insertion must be as accurate as Luke Sywalker's attack on the Death Star or the food will explode harmlessly on the surface.  Eyebrows, nostrils, cheeks, chins and foreheads have all ended up encrusted.

As the feeders get better the radius of encrustation gets smaller and more and more of the food gets into the aforementioned black hole.  The more that goes in, the more that young Max would wish went in and so it goes.

As for preferences, Max loves Banana and sweet Potato the best.  The sweet potato washes out beautifully.  The banana is a different matter entirely.  It stains black.  It stains the floor, the bibs, the muslin cloths.  It should be used as the basis for dyes and inks.  I think that the famous ink squirting squids of the world must attack banana boats and consume their contents to restock.

The mystery is where the food goes.  What alternate universe gets the ever-so staining banana, squash, carrot cocktail dumped on it, and do they mind?