His mother took the bowl to the kitchen counter and set it aside while she used a can opener to punch two triangular holes in a small can of concentrated milk. She blended the heavy off-white milk with the mixture until it was a soft, runny mush, then returned to her seat in front of the high chair to resume feeding him. She spooned it in faster than he could swallow it, and she kept ladling it in. For some reason, his mother couldn’t seem to understand that his capacity to ingest large quantities of food in a few minutes had diminished along with his size.