I had yet another bizarre/amusing/worrying conversation with The Child earlier. It seems she’s somehow got it into her her head that head-butting someone in the throat, or getting them in a breath constricting headlock helps them get to sleep. A permanent kind of sleep perhaps. But it perhaps explains the bedtime headlock cuddles she gives me almost every night. She likes to cut off my ability to breathe, but it comes from a good place. Bless her.
This revelation came about when she told me she was going to head-butt her cuddly penguins in their throats tonight to help them get to sleep. She also claims they head-butt her in the throat too. I really don’t want to know what games she plays with them really. Ignorance is bliss and all that.
Of course, The Child isn’t really a psychopath or anything like that. I was obsessed with things that kill people when I was her age. Sharks and dinosaurs and stuff like that. Oh, and when I saw Jaws for the first time, I was disappointed by the lack of gore. Oh, and I was just a little bit gutted when the shark dies at the end. How I wanted the shark to win. And now I’m a relatively normalish kind of person, so The Child will turn out ok I’m sure. I hope anyway. Eek.
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