My daughter is made of awesome
Yesterday I was out in the courtyard cutting firewood while my 3-year old daughter played with chalk nearby. We were just chit-chatting about nothing in particular when she suddenly brought this up:
Lils: Daddy? If you see skeletons walking around, you have to kill them. You have to get a real sword and kill them.
DadXiph: [Confused, as we were just talking about favorite colors] But they're skeletons. They're already dead.
Lils: Yes, but if they're walking then they're undead and you have to kill them again.
DadXiph: Right. But a sword's better against zombies and mummies. I think a crushing weapon might do better against skeletons. Like a hammer, or a mace maybe.
Lils: Ok. Then you have to use a flail. But you have to use a real flail, my pool toy flail won't work; it's just pretend.
I'm so proud. If ever we get assaulted by the undead, I know I can count on her!
Lils: Daddy? If you see skeletons walking around, you have to kill them. You have to get a real sword and kill them.
DadXiph: [Confused, as we were just talking about favorite colors] But they're skeletons. They're already dead.
Lils: Yes, but if they're walking then they're undead and you have to kill them again.
DadXiph: Right. But a sword's better against zombies and mummies. I think a crushing weapon might do better against skeletons. Like a hammer, or a mace maybe.
Lils: Ok. Then you have to use a flail. But you have to use a real flail, my pool toy flail won't work; it's just pretend.
I'm so proud. If ever we get assaulted by the undead, I know I can count on her!