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Once, when my husband went on a business trip, I allowed my then three-year-old daughter to sleep with me. And suddenly, in dead silence, she whispered: "Finally you are where I want, and now I will eat you."
Once, when I was dressing my daughter, I noticed that she was constantly looking over my shoulder and laughing. There was only an open closet behind me, and I asked what was actually funny.
“Human,” she replied. “What kind of person?” I asked. "The man in the closet, with a snake's neck." I turned around - there was nothing in the closet. Now I am afraid to even be interested in the history of our house - suddenly, someone hanged himself in the closet.
One day my daughter said: "Daddy, I love you so much that sometimes I want to chop off your head and carry it with me so that I can always look at your face."
When my little brother had an imaginary friend, we all knew his name was Roger, and he lives under our coffee table with his family: wife and nine children. He "lived" with us for three whole years, until my younger brother announced that Roger would not appear again because he shot his family and then shot himself.
Once, after I was badly burned, my daughter saw me peeling off the peeled skin from my shoulders. Approaching me, she asked if she could save these pieces. She said she was going to keep them in the bank, and when I died, she would make a mask out of them so that she would never forget my face.
One night, when my son was little, he ran into our bedroom and, in tears, climbed into our bed. He said that a big fat man with a bloody hole in his head was trying to get through the window into his room.
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When my daughter was three years old, we had an interesting conversation. She looked kind of disheveled and gloomy that morning. I asked her if she slept well. She replied: “No! Grandpa Mike pinched my fingers all night and did not let me sleep! My father - her grandfather Mike - died 8 years before her birth. This is how he woke me and my brother when we were little.
Once, we watched a documentary about the Titanic. My daughter was then four years old. A re-created picture of the boiler room was shown on the screen, and the camera moved from left to right. Suddenly my daughter pointed her finger at the TV and said, “This is a mistake! The boilers were on the other side, and I was right here,”and she pointed to a small space in the boiler room,“here I was. That is why I now do not like water so much."
When my daughter was five years old, she often had nightmares and screamed in her sleep. Once, I decided to stay with her and said: "Don't be afraid, everything is fine, mom is here." She, still sleepy, looked at me and shouted: "Mom, and who is there, behind you ?!"
My best friend Lisa died when I was pregnant. One day, when I heard my daughter laugh (she was three then), I looked into the nursery and asked what she was laughing at. She replied: "Aunt Lisa makes funny faces and plays with me"