This was a conversation with the 38-year-old (the 6-year-old’s and 2-and-a-half-year-old’s dad).
“The third airport in China was shut down today because of a UFO.”
“Mmmmm.” (To be fair, I am trying to sleep at this point).
“You’re not interested are you.”
I’m not, but I feign enthusiam, “Yes, go on.”
“People think there will be a lizard attack by 2012.”
“You’re right, I’m not interested.”
The 38-year-old has been seeing his friend, who we’ll call Thomas, again. (He really is called Thomas and I don’t know how old he is).
Thomas fervently believes the aliens are coming and apparently has stockpiled enough food for six months in case of attack.
“I think we should get a gun”, says the 38-year-old.
I’m really too tired to be alarmed and am in desperate need of sleep.
“Ok”, I mutter, “I’m delegating you to be in charge in case of Alien Attack. You can make all the preparations.”
The 38-year-old seems to be actually quite pleased by this and turns over and goes to sleep.