Do I schedule an appointment for the child therapist now, or do I wait for other "warning signs?"

On Sunday, after a marathon Young Women Meeting ("Superhero theme" for New Beginnings, if you're dying to know!), I came home to find my kids each doing the activity that best describes them at this time in their lives: Miles reading on the couch, Margaret dancing (versus napping), Phoebe drawing, Owen building legos, and Hugh showing me THIS:

Look closely, now. That's an army of stuffed animals with individual weapons. And, as Hugh explains "They're COMING FOR YOU!"

That's a princess build a bear with a nerf sword. I'm guessing the glasses are for precision.

This is a cute beanie baby Owen got as a baby in the hospital from his uncle who had just come home from his mission, aiming his nerf gun at a stuffed cougar we got Margaret on vacation because we missed her so much. I'm glad we can make new memories with these cute animals!

For some reason, this is the most chilling scene: a parrot with a baseball bat. This image haunts me.

I mean, look at the evil. It's in his eye.