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.