Stressed

Grade 3 girl.  I'd just picked her up from her class.

Me: How are you?
Girl: Stressed.  Do I look stressed?  I'm really stressed.
Me: Oh no!  Why are you stressed?
Girl: My little brother said he would shoot me.  With his Nerf gun.
Me: ...Why...?
Girl: Well, I took in some Dr Seuss books to school, and he said if I don't bring them all back, he'd shoot me.  But, mum said it was okay for me to take them in, so obviously she didn't tell him that.  So, I took 4 in [she names 3 - sorry I forget which ones they are] but I can only find those 3... The problem is, I have no idea which one the 4th book is.  So I'm guessing I'm going to be shot.  With a Nerf gun.  By a 4-yr-old.  Probably in the eye.
Me: In the eye???
Girl: Well on the weekend, J came over, and he shot her in the eye. 
Me: Maybe your brother shouldn't be aiming guns at people's faces?
Girl: Oh it was an accident.  He'd already aimed when she stood in front of him and was, like, what? and he just... fired... So now I know ... that he knows... how much that can hurt... so I have to find that last book so I can take it back home so I don't get shot by my annoying little brother, in the eye, with a Nerf gun.  Can you see why I'm stressed???