My baby woke this morning and asked me about zombies. Yesterday, she came at me with her arms extended, groaning, and telling me she was a zombie. It was funny yesterday, but this morning it was quite serious business.
Shae - MOM! It's not dark out! (rips curtain in my room open) SEE! Wake up!
Me - Oh, yeah... *yawn* great.
Shae - Zombies are real, right?
Me - Uh, good morning! Gimme a hug and kiss.
Shae - RIGHT? ZOMBIES ARE REAL, RIGHT?
* At this point, I consider saying that mommy zombies are created when their children keep them up for hours in the night. Just to see if it starts getting me more sleep.
Me - No. Zombies are pretend.
Shae - They can't come in my house?
Me - No. Because they AREN'T REAL. Who told you about zombies, anyway?
Shae - Um. This bed.
Uh, okay. Not much point trying to explain real from pretend when MY BED is educating her. Or, I need to seriously start listening closer to my mattress.
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