Interesting conversations happen at breakfast. Conversations such as this one:Max: Mom, did I pop out of your tummy first?
Mom: Yes
Atticus: Mom, did I pop out of your tummy next?
Mom: Yes
Atticus: No, I popped out of Max's tummy. Ha Ha.
Max: No you didn't, Atticus. You can't pop out of me because I don't have any feeders! (Max pulls his shirt up) See?
