So I get up this morning and mom is going to fix me breakfast which is awesome because it’s not even the weekend. I mean I get Cheerios during the week. On the weekends, mom fixes me eggs or pancakes – a pig’s favorite. So there she is cooking this morning and then all of sudden she stops singing and gets all quiet. She gets my piggy plate, looks at me, looks down, looks at me and then looks down. Come on mom – give this pig his breakfast.