Elena's "boy" that's a friend

As you may know, we live in a house divided into 3 separate units.  

We are the downstairs tenants.  Upstairs lives a boy named Gibson.  He's four.

Last week we saw a little of this going on.

And today:

First, Elena hurried to put on a dress, while Gipson was outside.

"Why do you have to wear a dress?" 
"Because I want Gibson to love me!!!"

And while playing outside,
Elena began to rip the jewels off her dress with her teeth,
and then stuck them on her "friend".

"Why did you give your beads to Gibson?" 

"Because. (pause). For love."

I am afraid.  I am very, very afraid.