Two somewhat related stories:
Recently, we noticed that we had a squirrel living in our attic (a contractor has since come and properly weatherized our attic). When I told Nyla that I was going to go up in the attic to try to get the squirrel out of there, she said, "I'm gonna get a baseball bat and slam him!"
Tonight, Wyndee and I were discussing the prospects of an alien invasion (don't ask). Nyla chimed in, "We can get a sharp knife." "What?" "For the aliens, when they come. So we can poke them!"
These stories are probably cuter than they sound; you really have to hear her say it -- so full of excitement. On second thought, maybe that makes them more disturbing....
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