Kids Are SO Literal

So I took Liz (who is 6) to the pediatrician to discuss her enlarged and frequently infected tonsils and long story short, he says we have to see an ENT. So we go to the ENT for a surgical consult to find out if he thinks we should have the tonsils removed. So we're sitting in the exam room (Liz is in this exam chair that looks a little like the chair at the dentist office but with more gadgets) and the nurse comes in and says hello and what-not-- making small talk (obviously the Doc is running behind schedule) and she asks the purpose of our visit. Liz informs her all about her "gi-normous" tonsils and that fact that she snores as loud as Daddy and it wakes up her sister. . . blah, blah, blah (the child can talk the ears off corn, ya know?)
So the nurse starts telling her that a tonsillectomy isn't that big a deal, it hurts a little but you get to eat lots of ice cream and slurpees and lay on the couch watching TV for a few days, etc. Then she leaves the room. I go back to reading my waiting room magazine and am very engrossed in an article (the contents of which I can no longer recall) when I hear a tiny little quivering voice:

"Mommy?"
"Yeah, sweetie, what's up?" I look up to see large tears threatening to spill over her big brown eyes, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Is the doctor just gonna rip 'em out right NOW????"

Kids are SO literal.