From the mouths of babes

• A girl, aged 3, and a boy, aged four, playing at horses. Suddenly, the boy falls over, stops whinnying, and the girl and another friend look on. A moment's hesitation. Then,
  "Hey, Ben's dead! Let's EAT him! Yum, yum yum!"
  
  
• A girl, aged 4, and a boy, aged 4, sitting at a table. On the table is a naked baby doll as I enter.
  "What are you guys doing?"
  "We want to eat the baby!"
  *splutter* "Why?"
  "It's so rosy!"
  
  
• A boy, aged 7, comes into the room, all dressed up in black skirts and dresses so that he is entirely covered
  "And what are you? A ghost with a suntan?"
  "I am a dementor!"
  "Argh! Expecto Patronum!"
  "Hm. ... Ok, I am Lord Voldemort. Avada Kedavra!"
  

I had never expected the internship at the kindergarten to be so highly entertaining. There were a few more things, but I forgot them. The children are hilarious. And ill. Of course I caught the first cold I could get, and am now at home, with razorblades down my throat and my head in an oven. I doubt that I will be able to join tomorrow's trip to a playground, somehow, and that's probably for the better, because standing around on a wet playground does not really sound like a good idea right now.