Earlier today Destiny had a friend over, and they were playing in the kitchen right in front of me. I wasn’t paying much attention, but when the little boy asked her to play doctor I stopped what I was doing to watch. After they decided that my little Destiny was going to be the doctor, the little boy handed her a stuffed animal asking “Doctor, what’s wrong with him!?” with a tone of cheesy worry. Destiny took the toy, looked it over once, before saying very solemnly. “He’s dead.” When the boy questioned her with how she replied without much thought ” I killed him.” Hm… I wonder where she gets her morbidness/ creepiness from. ;)
