Dad used to bring home models of human anatomy that would be gifted to him by drug companies. I specifically recall a knee model that I banged apart, and lost pieces to. However, one day, he brought a plastic stomach with a cutaway view showing an ulcer. He gave it to the elder of my sisters. One evening, just after he had returned home from what must have been a tough day at the office, I appropriated the plastic stomach, and began taunting her with it, chanting "I've got Laurel's stomach! I've got Laurel's stomach!" This lead to my father swooping down on me like the wrath of God, and a spanking proceeded from there.