A Scarred Childhood

| Related | May 29, 2013

(My tiny two-year-old daughter excitedly runs up to me.)

Daughter: “Mummy, can I tell you a secret?”

Me: “Sure you can.”

(I bend over so my daughter can whisper in my ear. Unexpectedly, she speaks in a low, demonic whisper.)

Daughter: “I. Killed. Mufasa.”

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