Yeah, with Tierce, this probably would have the following ending:
Tierce: OH HAI WANNA PLAY WITH THE NEW STUFFIE I FOUND?
Me: What is that?
Tierce: Uh. My new toy.
Me: It looks like a dead squirrel.
Tierce: Yes! It’s my new stuffed toy!
Me: That’s not a stuffed toy, Tierce. Did you kill that?
Tierce: I played with it until it stopped moving. On its own.
Me: So you killed it. You can’t have that thing in the house.
Tierce: But… it’s my new stuffed toy.
Me: It’s not stuffed.
Tierce: Yes it is! With bloody, chewy goodness!
Me: Precisely why you can’t have it in the house. What’s that smell?
Tierce: I pulled some of the stuffing out of my new toy. Behind the couch. Why don’t you feed me stuff like that? It’s good.
Me: Does the word ‘de-wormer’ mean anything to you?
Tierce: No. Should it?
Me: It will.
(Thanks to Sarah, who provided me with the impetus for this completely imaginary conversation)