Bad things

"Let's talk about bad things," Rachel said at dinner tonight. This follows something she said the other day, about what she'd do if a stranger rang the doorbell.

"I wouldn't answer," she said. "Then I'd call 9-1-1."

Tonight she said: "Bad people kill you. Good people take you away."

"What would you do if someone tried to hurt Lila?" I asked.
"Don't hurt my best friend!" Rachel yelled.
"What if someone tried to hurt Mommy or Daddy?" I said.
"I'd KILL him," Rachel said. "I'd break up the man with an axe."
"What if someone tried to hurt cousin Valerie?" I asked.
"I'd kill them with a zucchini!" she answered.
"That would have to be a pretty big zucchini," I observed.

So much for vanquishing the demons in her life. I have no idea where all these thoughts came from, but at least she's confident enough to think she could kill anyone who harmed those she loves. I, of course, told her that I would never let ANYONE hurt her.

"They'd have to get me first," I promised.