When I picked up Coco he came running out of the class, crying. In between sobs I made out that his best friend's big brother is going to kill him, according to the best friend.
This best friend loves to bring toys to school and then loans them to Coco at the tail end of a playdate. One of these toys was still at our house and, well, the threat or sinister statement or whatever you want to call it was made.
Poor Coco, that he actually believed it. Really. Sobbing. "I don't want to be killed!"
It's cleared up, but I'm not sure he doesn't think the older brother incapable of the act.
(Are there enough negatives in the last sentence?)