Mom: "Madi! Don't jump on your sister's stomach!"
Watching Sarah laying on the floor of my room, I foolishly made a quip about "dogpiling on Sarah"... which prompted Madi to run to Sarah's side, then drop to her knees... on Sarah's stomach. Leading me to the quote above.
After a brief training session on the humane application of "dogpile", Madi left for... something electronic, probably. Sarah, apparently uninjured, continued laying on my floor, quizzing me about why stomach jumping wasn't a good idea.
Sarah: "What might happen?"
Mom: "One of your organs might get bruised."
Sarah: "What would happen?"
Mom: "It would hurt."
Sarah: "Would I have to go to the hospital?"
Mom: "Maybe - if it was bad."
Sarah: "And then you would get a brand-new Sarah?"
Mom: "Never! There's only one Sarah - I couldn't get a new one!"
Looking at Sarah's silly smirk at this point, I realized yet again that there is a lot more going on in there than she lets on. After all, who doesn't want to be reassured that they're totally irreplaceable once in a while?
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