Sometimes my daughter says the scariest sh*t that sounds like they come out from a horror movie.
This was a conversation T and I had when we were playing in the playroom last night.
T: Let’s close and lock the door!
T: Because there’s a bad TT hiding in my room.
Me: Where does she come from?
T: He comes from the dark place.
Me: … What does she do?
T: He takes children to the bad tunnel and eats them.
Me: … ok, that’s really scary.
Me: Are you the bad TT?
T: No! I’m just TT. The bad TT knows nobody. She only knows herself. She doesn’t know mommy, daddy, Raymond, Juniper…(the list goes on)
Me: Ok, what do we do with bad TT?
T: We need to ask good TT to protect us. She will protect everybody. Now mommy, can you go to my room to rescue Bun Bun (her stuffed animal) from bad TT?