I pulled another chair across from him and said this:
"Before I die, this is what I want:
I already have a Max.
But then I want a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name], a [name]."
Mr. C. looked at Max, then he looked at me and said:
"That's EIGHT children."
All I had to say to that was this:
"You better believe it."
Post-Edit: Mr. C. is a stick in the mud and made me take down the names so no one would take them.