I guess there's no point denying that J, my four-year-old, has a bit of an aggressive streak. Paraphrased from memory:
J: I'm going to try and splash him into that swimming pool. He's a bad guy. (The “bad guy” is a toy car.)
If he misses, he's going to be shot out of a cannon that will shoot him so hard, he will crash into the sun, and then he will blow up and his car will blow up.
(J. rolls the car off the table at a mixing bowl; it falls in.)
Me: Hey, you got him into the swimming pool.
J: (casually) Yeah, there's sharks in there.
I'm just glad he has it in for the bad guys.