Lunch is usually a drawn out affair for M2. I can serve his lunch, make my own, change the laundry, check my email, eat my lunch, clean up the kitchen, and he'll still be finishing up on some days.
Today I was loading the dishwasher when he said, "I hope I can ride on a rocket some day. You know, I love rockets, but I hate bananas."
A short time passed and then he said, "Rockets and bananas have the same outside shape, but their insides are completely different."