Roses Point of View
My mouth hung open in shock.
"Poisened?" I repeated quietly once I'd managed to pick my jaw up off of the floor.
"Mm Hmm." The little girl agreed and then skipped back out of the kitchen.
What on the Goddess's green earth was she talking about?
I'd barely had time to consider the impact of words when the little girl came waltzing back in carrying a coloring book and crayons.
"If you help me color I can explain it." She said with a serious look on her face.
I took a deep breath and decided to try and straighten out my jumbled thoughts. There was no way a child of around five years old would know if my juice was poisoned, but equally there was no way a five year old could perform telekinesis on a glass, so that it smashed into the wall, and then make a plasti
