LuAnn Asks A Question

LuAnn is a friend of the toddler and lives  across the street and a few doors down. She is six.

LuAnn comes knocking on my door.

Me: Hello, LuAnn. The Toddler isn’t here right now.

LuAnn: I know Mr. Chris. I’m here to see you.

Me: Oh, okay. Well, I’m not up for playing Barbies.

LuAnn: I have a question. I have a question.

Me: Ok, LuAnn. Ok! Ask your question.

LuAnn: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…are you a zombie?

Me: No! Who told you that?

LuAnn: My Daddy says you’re a zombie!

Me: Are you sure he said I was a zombie, LuAnn? I sometimes write about zombies in books and on the internet, but I am not a zombie myself.

LuAnn: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Me: Do you know what a zombie is LuAnn?

LuAnn: No.

Me: Well, they are not real, LuAnn. So don’t worry about it.

LuAnn: I’m not scared. My Dad says his job is scarier  than any old zombie.

Me: Really?! What does your Dad do again?

LuAnn: He is a dentist.