For Christmas I got The Child some kind of squishy stretchy banana toy. Last night, I spiked it on the floor and turned it into a banana pancake, because I knew I could re-banana it.
Me: *spikes*
Child: *Gasps in horror*
Child: "YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I'm gonna smash your intestines! I'm gonna get Quinty to lick off all your skin and eat your bones!"
(Quinty is a 20 leeb dog and the gentlest, softest being on this planet)
Meanwhile her interaction with her mother just now was explaining "The Invisible Bucket" and how if it's full you're happy and if it's empty you're unhappy, then she hugged Beefette and happily proclaimed that their buckets are now full. Then said that helping other people fills her bucket the most. Bit of a far cry from smashing the old intestines.