ElderChild polished off an Extra Large hot chocolate from Tim Hortons. Discussion ensued about how quickly she might "explode", and the resulting hot-chocolate-and-guts mess we'd be left to clean up. YoungerChild of course asked the requisite "If she explodes, can I have her room?". I cautioned her that her sister's bedroom would come-with a floor full of dirty underwear, to which she immediately responded "No, I'm going to have those buried with her!"