Must Avoid Spousal Death Stare

I've been having fun warping Garrett's mind of late, though Julie seems less than impressed with my efforts.

Example 1

Did you see the closing ceremonies of the Olympics yesterday? Remember when they were about to douse the torch and there was some young chap holding a scroll that represented the events of the past 14 days?

I did my damnedest to convince Garrett that he was actually a wizard reading a spell that would put out the torch's unholy fire.

Julie was not amused.

Example 2

I took the kids out to Hillsburg today to go for a walk along the little trail that we go on from time to time. It's a nice flat path that used to be an old railway line and is now used by bikers and hikers in the area that don't want something as treacherous as the Bruce Trail.

Garrett brought his zombie kit, which is a toy from McDonalds that is, in Garrett's mind, a set of pens, a spy camera and a pair of zombie-killing guns. The whole time we walked through the woods this morning, he was peering into the darkened underbrush, scouring the woods to ensure that his sister was safe from any encroaching zombie hordes.

We got to the part of the trail that went past the lake and I told him that the zombies couldn't get us because they can't swim.

To which he said, "If the zombies go in the water, then their blood will make the water turn into bloody water."

Sigh. I just told him not to drink the bloody zombie water...

It didn't help that this guy had biked past us when we started the hike and then we couldn't see him after a while. I told Garrett that we couldn't see him because the zombies got him.

"Oh... did the zombies smash up his bike?"

"Yes son..."

"Oh..."

When the guy rode past us on his return trip, we had a little victory celebration because that meant that he had escaped the ravenous zombie hordes and we'd probably have a chance of making it out of the woods alive too.

Suffice it to say, when I mentioned this to Julie, I could hear her eyes rolling over the phone...