Once upon a time, Sophie woke in the middle of the night, looked directly at me and said calmly, "Zombies gonna eat me." She then immediately fell back asleep.
Another time, she was playing on the living room floor when she suddenly said, apropos of nothing, "Zombies are coming."
Today she crawled on top of me while I was laying on the couch, put her face directly in mine and said, "Gonna eat your brains, Daddy."
She's three. We don't watch zombie movies while she's around, play zombie video games or even use the word zombie in her presence.
My daughter creeps me the fuck out sometimes.
