Topher has developed an obsession/paralyzing fear of zombies. He talks about them every night at bedtime to the point that he can't fall asleep. I've been trying to reassure him that Zombies aren't real and that we have a safe house, but it hasn't really helped.
Tonight Bryan started the bedtime routine while I was taking care of a few things. He was snuggling with Topher when I came in to take a turn. Bryan said goodnight to Topher, then turned and said to me, "We solved the zombie problem. Topher said he will hit them with his basketball and I'm going to get a sword."
"That's great!" I responded. "I'm so glad you solved the problem. You're such a great team!"
Of course, a few minutes later Topher came up with a new concern, "But what if you're a grandma and you walk slow like a zombie?"
























