Let's pause and review the events as they transpired.
He wouldn't let Mom or me feed him anymore after about 2 bites of the non-descript mush the Gerber company labels randomly as Peas or chicken & Gravy. Personally, 2 bites is waaaay more than I would have tried. So, the next obvious step for any frustrated parent, is to say..."OK, YOU DO IT." To which he replied..."Boka boka boka" or something of that nature.
Now he attempts to find something palatable on the bottom of the bowl. I agree, there wasn't much in the way of "tasty" actually in the bowl.
And finally, the natural progression to what I anticipated the end result would be!
Hmmm...I'll call the HAZ-MAT team. I'm not touching that stuff.