So, on my way to drop Jordin off at school this morning, I look back and notice his hands are folded… Of course I ask him why, and he replies “I’m praying to God, Daddy Greg”
I ask him why, and he calmly & matter-of-factly answers “to help me not be scared”
Of course, my automatic reply is “scared of what?”
To which he answers “zombies… and aliens… and bad dogs”
Which makes perfect sense, right?
Hey now we're preparing for the zombie apocalypse.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, it's me from MB past. I'll be around :-)