Sweet childhood memories....

When I was a child, my cousin Rachel and I had a game that we played every time we spent time together. It was something that we just had to do. It didn't feel right if we neglected to play this game. It was so fulfilling. So crucial to our existences.

We pretended that we were babysitters that flushed the children down the toilet if they were bad.

We would first just pretend that we were babysitting. But then, those damn children (her stuffed animals) would really start to get on our nerves. Whining to us. Crying. Asking us for food. And so we pretty much pretended that we were murdering them. Pretty much.

Looking back...it's amazing that we turned out to be the fine, upstanding citizens you see today.

Another game we played quite frequently:
We were employees at a store. I don't remember what kind of store it was. The important thing was that our boss, "Miss Jupiter", who was played by Rachel's giant Raggedy Anne doll, was a real raging bitch. And the highlight of this?

We murdered her. Every. Time. We. Played. This.

I'm not sure why we always had to include murder in our make-believe world. But we did.

And we turned out just fine.