Flora: Mom? Have you noticed I’ve stopped sliding down the banister?

Jane: You’ve been sliding down the banister? You mean the railing? You mean this railing? This incredibly dangerous, sliver-infested railing?

Flora: Mom! I said, have you noticed I’ve stopped sliding down the banister?

Jane: Um, no, I guess I didn’t.

Flora: Well, I have. … Aren’t you going to ask me why?

Jane: Um… why have you stopped sliding down the banister?

Flora: Remember that day Ender got a sliver from the banister?

Jane: Yeah?

Flora: Well, that’s when I decided to stop. Because a sliver in your vulva could really ruin your day.

Full stop.