I'm sure it's all part of Growing Up. Hopefully not to be a serial killer. But my dd is getting more and more gruesome in her imagination. Partly I want to laugh when she comes out with these dire tales of woe in which favourite toys pour with blood and lie at the foot of a large tree while all manner of snakes, monsters, beasties etc. descend to tuck into their broken bodies while they writhe in terror and agony. But partly I think to myself 'hang on ... how exactly should I respond to all this ...'?
Anyone else a bit further down the line or in the same position with any thoughts?