Survival Instincts

I suppose it's nice to know that, if Reagan and I were home alone, and I fell off a ladder, lying unconscious on the floor for hours on end,  that my daughter would not starve.  She would simply push the ladder over to the cupboard and help herself to some Pop Tarts,while Mom lay motionless.   She's a survivalist, that girl.  Helps herself to whatever she wants from the kitchen.   I'm trying to find the silver lining in that trait.