Della: I used to think Daddy cut open your tummy and put me in there so I could be born.

Me: If you thought that, then where did you think Daddy got you before he put you in my tummy?

Della: From the hospital.

Me: Where did the hospital get you?

Della: From the orphanage.

Me: Where did the orphanage get you?

Della: From the heart bank.

Me: What’s the heart bank?

Della: It’s where everybody loves you.