I was recently laying on the floor (because kids will do that to you), and Gabriella was asking me about my naval ring (which, by the way, she's seen many times before. I don't know why it's necessary for her to have the same conversation with me 72 times).
Gabriella: "Where did you get that belly button."
Me: "I was born with a belly button - just like you."
Gabriella: "What is this?"
Me: "It's a belly button ring. Kind of like an earring."
Gabriella: "Well where did you get it?"
Me: "I got that a long time ago, Sweetie."
Gabriella: "How do you take it out when you die?"
I know - it's not that funny, but it was to me. I think I might will that task to her. That is assuming it can still be found at that point.