Somehow I think that would be the least of our problems

Morris: “Mommy, I’m glad Daddy’s not dead.”

Me: “Me too, honey.”

Rob: “Me too!”

Morris: “If Daddy died, he would be a zombie.”

Milo: “Yeah, and all he’d ever make for dinner would be brain soup. And we’d be all, ‘bleaaaah!’ whenever he tried to make us eat it.”

Morris: “Brain soup isn’t good for me! I like apple poop. Uh huh! Apple poop is very, VERY good for me.”