My grandmothers were like that. You have no idea how many exorcisms I had to endure. smh. Four years old is a little young to put a kid through that. And dropping a bowl of cereal doesn't mean demon possession. It didn't end until I was ten and my mother finally put an end to that shit.

I still remember what provoked the last one. My grandparents took me to a toy store and told me I could pick out any toy I wanted. Well, I wanted a giant stuffed snake. It was purple and pretty. I was told to pick something else. I chose a long ranger action figure with Trigger. That was a 'boy' toy and that was unacceptable for a girl. (Oddly, I wanted the articulated horse more than the cowboy, but they didn't 'see' that perspective.) My grandmother steered me to the doll section. I realized that I wasn't getting what I really wanted, sucked it up, and pointed to a random baby doll.

When we got back to their place I unwrapped the doll and that's when my grandmother realized that the doll was an anatomically correct baby boy doll. Itty bitty little baby dick and balls.

Apparently that was strike three so out came the bibles and the belt. smh

I absolutely do admit that this left an impact on me and had a lot to do with my conversion to Judaism later in life. Never could get into the whole Christ thing after that childhood.