Luke has an elaborate digestive system, that are made of tanks that are each devoted to specific foods. He's tell me, "My treat tank is empty" or "My pizza tank is getting full." The more often Luke refers to his tanks, the more complicated this system seems. Tonight on the way home from gymnastics he told me that his mac & cheese tank were empty.
I asked, "How's your broccoli tank?"
He said, "They're making one right now."
Huh? "Who's making one right now?"
"My legs make them using my muscles. That's how I was made when I was born."
This was all weird enough that I've requested a diagram of his innards. He promised one. He explained that his throat is a really long tube and that it connects to tubes like octopus legs that lead to each tank. These tanks can be replaced with new tanks depending on what he needs, and the old tanks are sent to the landfill or to be recycled.
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