ME: Eat your oatmeal all gone, sweetie.
T4: I can't, mom.
ME: Why not?
T4: Because there's a zombie in the house, and he wants to eat my brains.
ME: Oh, really?
T4: Yes. And I can't finish eating my oatmeal because I have to go find him and destroy him, before he tries to eat my brains.
ME: (trying really really REALLY hard not to laugh) Well, I think you need your strength to fight the zombie, so you need to finish that oatmeal.
He shrugged at me, and finished the oatmeal. But I could tell he didn't want to. I have to give him points for originality. I mean, when *I* didn't want to eat my food as a kid, I just whined. I never "made up" a reason. Or a reason that was so...creative.
Scary. Either he's going to be a REALLY good liar, or a really great WRITER.
I'm hoping for the latter. And I think I feel a migraine coming on, so I'm signing off.