Poor Buttercup

A couple of nights ago, Buttercup said her stomach was really bothering her. After the 3rd degree, I realized it didn't matter what was specifically wrong with her stomach (like it would with Fiona) I could just give her Pepto, like my mom used to give me. So I did that, tucked her into bed and gave her a large bowl. She fell asleep and seemed fine in the morning.
When I picked her up from school yesterday she told me she wasn't feeling well again. So I told her to lay down and read her book again. A little while later, she came out crying. I was trying to get to the bottom of it. She said her stomach hasn't really been hurting her, she has just been worried about something on her foot. I looked at it a bit and said, I don't think it's that bad. What's the worst thing it could be? Fleshing eating bacteria? She sort of sobbed and said, " YESSS!!" That poor girl. What 9 year old would even be considering flesh eating bacteria? She said her stomach hurt because she was afraid her foot would rot and fall off...Sigh. This poor little girl. I told her it looked like a wart and I would buy her some Compound W tomorrow and things would be okay. How does she come up with these things? I am slowly working with her on telling me things. We even had a talk about how things will start getting really weird for her in the upcoming years and she would feel better if she started talking about things to me now.