Me: Good morning, Chicken.
Hank: Good morning, my mama.
Me: (sipping my coffee)
Hank: Mama? I am feeling breakfast-ie.
Me: Well that is better then feeling dinner-ie since it is 8 in the morning. If you had dinner for breakfast and breakfast for dinner we would be living in an upside-down world.
Me: And we would wear pants on our arms and shirts on our legs.
Hank: And… Hats on our feet and shoes on our heads.
Me: (whispering) I am trying to imagine what we would do about cuecas (underwear).
Hank: Oh. We would wear those inside-out.
Me: Whoosh! That is a relief.
Hank: You’re welcome. Now, back to breakfast.