Of zombies and children…
So I’ve recently decided that I am going to walk a mile a day. Most of the time, I’m by myself, so I’ll call my mom or my sister for company, but my niece has also joined me a few times. Last night was one of those times.
She’s ten, but she’s pretty good company. We talk about astronomy, her day at school, and her latest obsession: the possibility of a zombie outbreak.
Last night was a zombie night. She was asking me all kinds of questions about what I would do if I saw a zombie, where would I run, etc.. I asked her a few questions, as well, and guess what?
Apparently my ten year old niece is smarter than most people in zombie movies/tv shows.
Me: If you saw a dead body and you weren’t sure if it was a zombie, would you poke at it to see if it was really dead?
Her: of course not!
Me: If you knew zombies could find you if you made noise, would you start yelling or shooting guns?
Her: that’s just stupid!
Me: if you weren’t sure a person was a zombie or not, would you let them get near you?
Me: Congratulations.You’re smarter than the grown ups on tv.
Her: That’s just sad.