Chatting with my youngest son tonight while my eldest is playing football:
“I think werewolfs live on the moon.”
- “You do, do you?”
“Yep. And when it’s a full moon, they come down in spaceships and eat people.”
- “How come we don’t see them land?”
“Oh, the spaceships don’t land. The werewolfs jump out. With parachutes.”
- “Oh, ok. That makes sense.”
Oh, to be five again when the world makes sense like this.