The "Inky Pinky Spirits".

My grand daughter. I think she's psycho. Haily, who I call "Moochie" is 4 years old and has begun to either develope an imagination, as kids will do, or, she has lost her ever-loving mind.
She tells me tonight on the phone, that she is being followed and threatened by "The Inky Pinky Spirits". Her mother (my daughter Lisa) tells me that Moochie is standing in the middle of the living room with a pot on her head, a scarf around her neck and wielding a spatula. So I tell Lisa to put Moochie on the phone:

Me: "Moochie, what are you doing?"
Moochie: "I waiting! The Inky Pinky Spirits are comin' to get me!"
Me: "Who the hec are The Inky Pinky Spirits?"
Moochie: They are the BIG spirits with fur on their hats and green teeth, and they're trying to get me to do stuff!"
Me: What are they trying to get you to do?"
Moochie: They want me to mess up my room and slap my mommy in her big head!"
Me: Complete silence.
Moochie: "Do you know them?"
Me: "No Moochie, I don't know them, but why do you think they want you to mess up your room and slap your mommy in her big ... uhhh ... in her head?"
Moochie: "Cuz, cuz, cuz ... my mom ... my mom won't let me call Auntie Leah in Ohio!"
Me: "But Moochie, didn't you tell The Inky Pinky Spirits that Auntie Leah doesn't have a phone?????"
Moochie: "Yessssss I did grandma dangggg! *sounds of annoyance on the other end* But they said she probably has a cell phone!"
Me: *drops head to desk* ...
Moochie: "You wanna hear what they made me say?"
Me: "Sure, why not ..."
Moochie: "Me, Hailey Elizabeth Zamora who is going to kendygarden next time after the bus comes to my house if my mom wakes me up, says I have honor and justice for all to The Inky Pinky Spirits hallelujah!"
Me: "Moochie, let me talk to your mother please ..."

This is where I tell Lisa to watch her back and that her daughter needs therapy. Actually, I believe her imagination comes from her parents letting her watch R rated movies all the time ... but therapy couldn't hurt at this point.