No, not that talk. He's five, for goodness sake. The zombies are not real talk. He asks about zombies every time we go past cemeteries, asking when they will come out, things like that. He even asks when he hears about a news story about someone dying. My wife had to handle it; she saw my shit eating grin* and took over for me. Cartoons for grownups was the angle we took. I'm not sure if he completely agrees. He almost seemed disappointed.
*Because I shot them all already, of course.....
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