Wabi: (to Big A while strapping Little A into the stroller and locking the car) Stay next to me, honey. See those cars? We're in a parking lot and you need to be careful.
Big A: So I don't get squished?
Big A: So I don't die?
Wabi: (Deep sucking in of breath) Exactly.
Big A: If I die, do you just start over with another new kid?
Wabi: ... No. It doesn't work that way. You are not replaceable. Besides, I can't have any more children.
Big A: Never? Why not?
Wabi: I got a little bit broken when Little A was born, sweetie. I'm ok, except that I can't have babies anymore. But even if I could have more children, you are still not replaceable in any way.
Big A: Because I'm special?
Wabi: Yeah. So please, try not to get squished, ok?
Big A: Well all right, momma!