i pretend to eat my child’s feet; making large smacking noises as seem to gnaw on her toes. she looks at me in abject horror; unable to speak. she has no object permanence: in that moment her feet have been lost to the the gaping maw. i retract, revealing her unharmed digits. she visibly relaxes, before i begin to descend upon them again. “i’m going to get you!” i murmur, a wicked smile on my face. she flinches as i begin making crunching noises once more.

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