Zombie Apocalypse

On our drive home from Mr. B's piano lesson tonight he shared with me his strategy for handling a specific disaster when it strikes our area.

Mr. B:  Mom, do you know about the zombie apoco. . . apoco....

Me:  The zombie apocalypse?  Yes I've heard of it.

Mr. B:  When that happens you know you need to shoot them in the head to kill them?

Me:  Really? 

Mr. B:  Yah.  If you want to stop them you have to shoot them in the head.

Me:  You do realize there are no such thing as zombies?

Mr. B:  (pausing before slowly answering) I know, but if there were that's how you'd have to kill them. 

Me:  What happens to our bodies after we die?

Mr. B:  They turn to bone.

Me:  Yes, after a period of time only the bones remain and so zombies are not possible, right?

Mr. B (ignoring me):  The only monsters that we have are. . .

Me (interjecting):  We don't have any monsters.

Mr. B:  Yes there are.  There are mummies. . .

Me (interjecting again):  Which are ancient dead people who's bodies have been preserved. . .

Mr. B (ignoring me again):  There are mummies and there are skeletons.

Me:  You realize that both of those things are just dead bodies?

Mr. B simply ignores me and doesn't answer. 

Me:  By the way, where did you learn about the Zombie Apocalypse?

Mr. B:  Sons of Guns.

Me (thinking to myself):  I am really starting to hate the Discovery Channel.

It's fun having a son to constantly keep me on my toes.