Thanks TmT...sort of...it's just like being at a dessert buffet and someone just pulls up a 2nd table laden with goodies!
BTW, the 2nd picture reminded me of something my son said last night. We've just barely begun talking about how food gets processed in the body - he knows that he gets a little white marshmallow at it's final destination - the toilet
So, anyway, at dinner he was telling Daddy that the food goes in his mouf, down his froat, into his tomack, and then into his "Einsteins".