My boys and I spent last Saturday night at my best friend's house hanging out with her and her kids. At one point, we noticed that my 4-year-old had been awfully quiet for a longer period of time than that with which we were comfortable, so I went to check on him. I walked into the living room to find him steadfastly working on this:
I gasped and stumbled away from the sight of the ghastly doll.
You guys. I think it's about time I made him that appointment with the child psychologist.