Nursing strike

This past week, my son began to eat less. Much less. If you have seen my son, you understand that this is a dramatic change in behavior. For as long as I have known the little monster, he loves to eat.  Over the past few days, however, he began pushing the bottle away and closing his mouth whenever the spoon approached.
My wife immediately started to investigate this phenomenon and arrived at several possible reasons for the child’s sudden lack of appetite. She threw out words like “teething,” and “nursing strike.” These seemed to be legitimate suggestions. As Oliver began to develop a significant cold, my wife also opined that the baby might simply be sick and thus averse to eating. This all seemed to make sense. He is both sick and teething, and just about every resource suggests that these are common causes for a so-called nursing strike.
I am not buying it. I think my baby is a bear, and that he has now reached the time of year in which bears begin to hibernate. For the past six months, I have watched in awe as this baby consumed everything in our home (and possibly everything in your home, dear reader). While his mother and father are small to average sized human beings, this little guys seems to intimidate his fragile, tiny little peers with his girth, appetite, and strength. This child is the most impressive eater I have ever seen, and there has simply been no explanation for it, until now.
My child is part bear. I am certain of this. One might say that I have gone insane. Others might argue that I recently had the same ailment as my son, and that I am now on heavy doses of Benadryl in order to help me sleep. Who knows? I just know that my child is part bear, and he is preparing for hibernation.