Just another evening in little boy land

Morris: “Mom, you want to play with me?”

Me: “Okay.”

Morris: “Great! I have water power and you have fire power. Let’s go fight the ghost!”

Me: “There’s a ghost in the house?”

Morris: “It’s actually a ghost monster. First it’s a monster but then when we beat it, it turns into a ghost.”

Me: “Sounds dangerous.”

Morris: “Come on, Mom! I mean, Sister! Let’s go fight it!”

Me: “Okay!”

We walk into the kitchen.

Morris: “There it is! Can you see it, Sister?”

Me: “Yep. Looks nasty.”

Morris: “Let’s get it! Fire bombs! Pssshttttt!”

Me: “Fire bombs! Pew! Pew! Pew!”

Morris: “Oh. Wait. I have fire power, too. I have fire power AND water power.”

Me: “Okay.”

Morris: “Steam bombs! Pssshttttt!”

Me: “Fire bombs! Pew! Pew! Pew!”

Morris: “Look, Mom! I mean, Sister! He went downstairs! Let’s get him!”

Me: “Let’s do it!”

Morris: “Shhhh… He’s sleeping. Don’t make a sound.”

Me: “My lips are sealed.”

Morris: “Oops. We woke him up.”

Me: “Better get him then, before he gets us.”

Morris: “Fire bombs! Steam bombs! Water blaster!”

Me: “Lava hands!”

Morris: “Look, Mom. I mean, Sister. We got him!”

Me: “Yay! Good riddance, mean old ghost monster.”

Morris: “I just took a piece of him and ate him. And he tasted like cotton candy!”

Me: “Makes sense.”

Morris: “Oops! I ate him all. You can eat his ghost army.”

Me: “Mmm… delicious ghost army.”

Morris: “Uh oh… I just heard a giant! He’s in the kitchen! Come on. Mom! I mean, Sister!”