Astrid wants to tell you that the worst part about having siblings that are a wee(a lot) older is that you have to worry about the zombie apocalypse. Most five year olds are worrying about whether or not Calliou will ever make it out of preschool, or whether or not their next meal will be nuggets or cheesy noodles, or if they will EVER figure out this whole shoe typing business. But Astrid has to worry about zombies.
Because somehow her sisters have convinced her that the zombie apocalypse is real. And coming soon.
So now Astrid tells me daily about the ways she will overcome the zombie apocalypse. This is what I love about this child. I do believe her older sisters will either just try to hide behind us, or play dead, or just give up while screaming…but Astrid might just be the one of us to survive.
Some of her plans involve ways to fight back – maybe water balloons filled with peanut butter so they get stuck when they are running after her.
Some of her plans involve “friendly” sisterhood type ideas – like sacrificing her sisters so she can get away.
And some of her plans involve flight. She thinks if she can get on a plane to Singapore she’ll be far enough to get away and make a better a plan to escape the zombies forever.
And her last plan is to just become a zombie and then she won’t have anything to worry about. She’s asked me to become a zombie with her.
I’m not sure what the best plan of action is during the zombie apocalypse, but I do know that I want to be nice to Astrid because she might just be my only hope of survival.