After picking up on a conversation I was having on the phone with a friend, about another friend's "broken heart", Anna tells me:
Anna: Mommy, do you know my heart broke sometimes?
Me: It did? What happened?
Anna: It just broke mommy.
Me: How sad! And what did you do?
Anna: I just have to fix it.
Me: And how do you fix a broken heart, Anna?
Anna: You just get a new one.
Me: How do you get a new heart, sweetie?
Anna: You just paint it, with some paint, and then you put it in your tummy, and then you're done!