Does he have a hollow leg?

Rhys eating his first apple "like a big boy" back in February (ie. whole, not sliced by Mommy)

We just finished breakfast for dinner. Something that Craig and I have loved to do even before we had kids. Rhys had devoured his waffle (topped with cherries and blueberries), 1.5 scrambled eggs, his hash (hashbrowns mixed with red peppers, corn, green onions, bacon and ham), a scoop of plain greek yogurt with the waffle topping fruit. Craig and I sit on either side of him at the table. He turns to face me, leans in and whispers, "I'm hungry Mommy, I want more yogurt".
I turn to Craig in disbelief, he felt Rhys's tummy which was hard and said, "Rhys I think you're full. Do we need to test you for a missing gene?"
"My jeans?" Rhys asks.
He rubs his pants, "these are not jeans."
Craig: "Nevermind Rhys, I don't think you need any more yogurt."
Rhys turns to me again and whispers to me, "how 'bout some hashbrowns? I need some hashbrowns".
I laughingly turn him down.
Finally, he climbs onto Craig's lap and watches Brea eat her waffle, he eyes her and sees that she doesn't seem to want to finish it. He whispers to Craig, "I want some waffle Daddy."
Truly, I have no idea where he packs it into such a little body.
And yes, he may have snuck a few more bites of hashbrowns from me.