Returning to one of his favorite topics, along with a growing interest in "what animals we come back as" when we die... We are driving during this one.
"Mama, zombies are real you know."
"So you say, honey."
"Yeah. Dada has seen one and so has Noah."
He remembers everything the elders say about zombies, no matter how metaphorical, like the zombies Dada talks about where he works. The ones who work in the basement or the laboratory.
"I think zombies are stuck. People who are stuck after they die because they don't know what kind of animal to be next. So they're stuck dead." I'm paraphrasing. He likely said it much better, but that was the idea.
My son, the shaman.
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