while at disney…
6yo: you know there are 8 dwarves.
me: no, i’m pretty sure there are only 7.
6yo: no, there’s 8. the 8th one is named crazy and he runs around with a chainsaw like this. [holds arms up above head like wielding a chainsaw and makes a horrible face and yells.]
me [to daddy]: can we leave her here? she’s starting to scare me.