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Got home last night, asked the boy if he could "do this" and lurched around the kitchen groaning, "BRAAAIIINNNS". Turns out he could, and turns out he thought it was the funniest thing in the world, so we had a rousing game of Zombie Tag, a game we invented on the spot.

M. said, "YOU get to tell your five-year-old son what a zombie is." I said, "Liam, do you know what a zombie is?" "No." "It's an imaginary monster that eats brains." See, no problem, no nightmares, and no lying to the kid.

ETA: Best part of Zombie tag is when the 41-inch-tall boy lurches around groaning, "BRAAAIIINNNNSSS" and then, when he gets to you, looks up and says, "Bend down, please", because that's the only way he can reach your head to eat your grey matter.