“Let’s play zombies! Zaaa I am going to knife you”
I’ll just be waiting left of the stage over here for my parent of the year award. That’s my newly-turned-four year old terrorizing your adorable and innocent little girls with her knives and zombie games.
“I’m the zombie, you need to scissor me” to the adorable little guy who just wanted to play tag. Complete with the scissor motion.
That’s a gem I heard on the playground today as Olivia was running around with her sister and other preschoolers. Bored of tag, she decided to mix things up a little.
I’m sorry mom with the adorable girly little girls but I couldn’t help but laugh. Half out of the fact that it was hilarious, half out of the fact at the look of shock I’m sure you had on your face and part horrified that came out of my kid.
Where the heck did the zombies come from?
A couple of years ago we may have been guilty of watching episodes of the walking dead as she was playing/napping, but recently? I don’t think that she was around any of the time her Dad was playing the last of us. Blame it on Ruby Gloom? Nope, they’re not knifing each other.
Baffled, I suggested that she stop pretending to knife other kids because that isn’t a nice thing to do and when we play we should consider playing things that are nice, and not pretending to hurt people. Her reply?
“NO! Tag doesn’t get the Zombies. Getting the zombies in the brain kills the zombies!”