Wednesday, December 21, 2011
What happens at my house when I'm not there
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.