What Kind of Emergency?

Big Sissy talks like a little grown-up sometimes, so I forget she doesn't think like one. Today she and Little Sissy were playing "boat" in the laundry basket. She had a little toy steering wheel that she was using to drive the boat, and she had a play cell phone. After a while, she pushed some buttons and her cell phone and said, "Mommy, Mommy, I have an emergency." Expecting a Dora/Diego-esque adventure tale, I asked, "What kind of emergency is it?" She thought for a minute and then answered, "I think it's grape."