A few nights ago, after seeing Walking Dead (a television show, in case you've been living under a rock like me when it comes to popular shows) mentioned so many times on Facebook that I just had to ask (and still wish I hadn't), Reezle overheard me talking about my horrifying introduction via YouTube clips to her dad. So at bedtime, we have the following conversation:
R: "I heard you talking to dad about a zombie show."
Me: "Uh huh. I don't plan to watch it. Five minutes was more than enough."
R: "Zombies are gross. Their arms fall right off and stuff."
Me: "Yeah. They are kinda gross."
R: "You know, some people think zombies are real."
Me:"Oh yeah?"
R: "Yeah. In fact, when they meet new people, they give their arm a good pull just in case."
I laughed for about 10 minutes.
(No offense to the billion of you who like Walking Dead. It gives me the creeps.)
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