tigers

dominic today at lunch: sometimes tigers bite me.  

me: oh really?  when do they bite you?

d: um.... when they're in the jungle.

me: where do they bite you?

d: on my arm.

me: what do you do when they bite you?

d: uh... i make them dead.

[wha...?]

me: what do you make them dead with?

d: a sword!  

[at this point, he's getting more excited.  this did not seem to be a scary story for him, he was getting really into it.]

me:  what kind of a sword?

d: a red one!

really, where does he get this fearlessness?  and i don't think i'm teaching him about things like swords and fighting...?  funny boy.