I'm not quite sure where & when this "cool" surfaced, but suffice to say Jayton wakes up this morning and tells me...
"I had a good dream today Daddy!"
Naturally I inquire into the nature of said dream and he politely obliges my request by telling me a wonderful story...
"Uhhhm...there was a zombie, but he was good, then uh, there was another zombie who was bonking on the door at Nonnie's. We took pictures of zombies, but then they disappeared...and I didn't take a picture of a zombie. Hmmm...and I don't remember what else, and that's it!"
So as a parent, you can imagine my delight to hear that my son, at the age of 4, is so actively involved in zombie preparedness through deep cerebral simulation. That or I should be worried he'll be a liability with the rest of the peace loving Scientist hippies who believe the "plague" has a cure. Nice zombies? Pft, what an imagination. As if nice zombies exist!
See, he's not afraid of social convention. I'm sure his age has plenty to do with it, but the kid has some mean taste in music. Adding NKotB to his library of Metallica, Brandon Flowers, Michael Jackson, Johnny Cash, and Daft Punk (amongst others), well, that's an evolved pallet of music to be sure.
Couple the with the fact that he's a far better brother to his little sister, Pepper, than I could have ever hoped for. Suddenly I wonder what the hell I was so worried about. He has two wonderful & nurturing parents (if I may toot my own horn for just a moment), that keep him well grounded but offer him the attention that every kid needs & deserves. If I can give all prospective parents one bit of advice going into this life-changing decision it's the following: