It's Halloween at my local convenience store, (well, in retail time anyways, it's been Halloween since August) and during the holiday season, we often get some... interesting customers.
Today, I observed a father with his daughter, as they browsed the toy aisle together.
Dad: You can pick two, okay?
Cute Kid: Okay!
They examined the shelves for a bit, when the kid's eyes suddenly lit up, as she grabbed something and held it up to her father.
CK: Dad, can I? Please?
Dad: Um, are you sure?
The dad looked both amused and concerned as he walked up to the register, and that's when I noticed the little girl was carrying a rubber severed head in one hand, complete with a bloody neck stump and an exposed brain, and a baseball bat in the other, grinning like she just was experiencing twenty Christmases simultaneously.
Me: Oh wow, are you going to fight zombies?
CK: [offended] No! He's my friend!
She took the severed head back after I finished ringing her up, and held it out in front of her delightedly.
CK: I'm going to call you "Brainy."
She hugged it to her chest as she walked out the door, cheerfully squishing it's brains.