siena dictates for cat named pig

We were getting ready to go for a walk before dinner. Laura was doing her thing, Siena was doing her thing, I was upstairs getting dressed for it, and Elliot was by the front door, since we asked him to guard the stroller. There was a crash, followed by Elliot crying. Siena was the first one on the scene. I heard her quickly running across the hard-wood floor yelling for me to “come quick.” She was running to get Laura, too:

Siena: Mama, I have good news and bad news.
Laura: Okaaay. Is Elliot ok?
Siena: Bad news is that the coat rack has fallen on Elliot…so he’s crying…but daddy’s there.
Laura: You’re sure there’s good news?
Siena: Yes, I’m having a baby.
I guess to replace the one recently crushed by the coat rack. Elliot was fine, as the barrier of 14 coats kept the metal from smashing his skull. It was a sad sight seeing him buried under it all, though, as I could only see one little hand and a bit of his long, curly hair. I should have grabbed the camera.