That is all.
Ah, wait, that's not all.
At the Bodies exhibit earlier today, I debated taking her into the fetal development room. I told her there were some examples of birth defects on display that might be distressing, et cetera. She assured me that she'd be fine.
So we went in; we saw embryos and fetuses (fetii?), we saw weirdass tumors, we saw examples of spina bifida and anencephaly and all manner of things. And at the end of a line of preserved fetuses that showed skeletal development up to 20 weeks, she paused and looked up at me, and I prepared myself to hear "Mommy, this is not cool with me," or some variation of same.
So she looked up at me, my child, after seeing multiple bisected and dissected bodies and their organs, and the genuinely sad anencephalic fetus, and she said, "I'm hungry."