Sharing A Cage
I came home from work one night to find my darling two-year-old blonde daughter in her jammies, standing at the top of the stairs and staring up at the full moon. She should have been in bed by this time.
Not wanting to scare her, I walked up the stairs, knelt down next to her, and asked her what she was thinking about. Her response freaked me the heck out. I was imagining she would say something cute and innocent like, “Is the moon really made of cheese, Daddy?”
Instead, she turned to face me with a very serious look on her face, and in a very creepy monotone voice she said to me, “We are all in the same cage”. She was only two years old! I couldn’t believe it. I nearly croaked with fright.
I literally recoiled from her and ran down the stairs backward so that I could keep my eyes on her. Growing up, she said a few more creepy things like that, but it eventually stopped as she got older.
That was 12 years ago, and she has since turned into a very happy and well-adjusted teenager who is only slightly in league with Satan. Story credit: Reddit / (galwegian)