Me: You’ve reached the Rock Pillar, in the middle of the desert. There’s a giant two-headed vulture perched on the summit. It takes to the air and descend on you! What do you do?
My son: Vultures eat dead meat, dad… It won’t eat me!
Me: Yy-yer right! (whenever Isaac comes up with something, I try to go with it) It approaches, still in the air, its two heads start bickering:
Head # 1: Ya see, I told ya, the flightless is not nearly dead!
Head # 2: Just wait a lil’ longer, maybe it’ll die and then… We’ll feast!
My son: I feel fine!
Head # 2: Crap!
Head # 1: See ya next time!
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I am the wife, who is also a biologist… my son is 6 years old. So proud of him, lol.
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