From the back seat:
Mbot: “Mom, what would happen if a giant dinosaur ate you?”
Me: “I would go into his stomach, through his small intestine, through his large intestine, and come out as poop.” (The bots love the intestines.)
Mbot: “I would hug the poop.”
Gbot: “I would crack the poop open and get you out!”
In retrospect, I suppose I should have said that I would turn into dinosaur muscles. But it gives me a warm, mushy feeling to know that even if I am poop, I will be loved.