DD1: Here is my new boyfriend. His name is Superman.
Me: Oh, hello Superman!
DD1: His eyes are closed.
Me: Why?
DD1: He is dead. I shot him in the head with my gun. You can have his apple.
Me: er....thanks.
DD1 is an angelic looking 3yo. She doesn't have toy guns - said gun was her fingers. She isn't allowed to watch violent films. "Superman" was invisible. The apple wasn't.

