"I would like to cut off your head with a saw so I can play with your hair all the time," Isaac said this morning, not for the first time.
Yikes. I sure wish he had adopted a comfort object that wasn't me.
Then later on he said he was going to put a lampshade on me (or just my head? I was scared to ask) so I would be his night-light, and he would keep me in his house, and he would read books with me.
At least he will be a literate psycho.
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