What happens at my house when I'm not there

Jaley shares how TK and Molly spend Christmas Break:

So, my sisters were playing with Barbies in the kitchen. Some epic stuff went down.

TK: "Yay! I am swimming in the pool~Swimming in the pool...OHMYGAWSH ZOMBIE!"

Molly: :o *gasps*

TK: "Look! The zombie is going after Alicia, she is swimming in the pool and has NO. IDEA. THAT ZOMBIES ARE GANNA EAT HER."

Molly: "We better go save her, then! Bad zombies."

TK: "Nope. It's naptime for Sarah.

Me: "Woah. Wait. If Alicia is about to get attacked by zombies, she will get bitten, resulting in either her dying a terrible and gorey death, or her being infected and chasing you until her poor little zombie brain gives out."

TK: "...Huh? But...the Barbies are tired from swimming all day. They need rest time." (is oblivious to basic Resident Evil logic)

Molly: (nodnod, cause she pretty much agrees to whatever TK says) "Yes! Naptime!"

Me: ... ._. "You guys would be terrible in a zombie apocalypse."

TK and Molly: (ignore my comment, about five minutes pass by, full of fake snoring sounds and major giggle fits)

TK: "Okay, wake-up time! Let's go see if Alicia is alive!"

Molly: *picks Alicia out of the pool* :O "SHE LIVES!"

TK: "Yay!" *gigglegiggle* (checks the pool) "Oh. But her babies died. Huh."

Me: xD "Remind me to never let you two babysit my future kids."

Molly: "Poor dead babies..."

This is what happens when you give my sister a couple of Barbies and a swimming pool. Babies die. Such a terrible tragedy.