My son got in trouble after school. He bit one of the kids in daycare. Now, when he was younger, he did bite, never broke the skin. I thought he had grown out of it. So did my wife. So she asked him:
"Why did you bite your friend?"
Son: "We were playing zombies. I wanted her to be a zombie with me, so I bit her like zombies do."
Shit.
I don't know where he hears about zombies from.....
At least he is a stickler for realism.
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