Saint or psychopath

I can't resist sharing another couple stories about The Boy as he continues to veer between heart-melting sweetness and brain-arresting cruelty.

The other day a friend of mine was over, entertaining The Boy as the Tickle Monster. The Boy - who is really into Spider Man these days - managed to neutralize the Tickle Monster by ensnaring him in his web (ie. throwing Blankie over my friend's hands.)
"What are we going to do with the Tickle Monster Now?" I asked.
"Put him in jail," The Boy said.
"Oh, that's a good idea," I said.
Then slowly, slowly, as if dipping in a toe to test the waters of an idea, he said, "And let's cut out his eyes with a knife."

:-0

Fortunately, The Boy restored my faith in his humanity yesterday when we were making French toast. We had plopped the pieces of bread into the bowl with the egg batter, and he told me to make them into a family.
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"You put those around in a circle," he told me. "Then that one goes in the middle. See? They're taking care of each other."

:-)