I went backpacking last weekend with some friends. At dusk, a smattering of bats came out, fluttering above the firelight.
I told my kids about it in the car yesterday, while driving home from dinner.
Son: “Really? There were bats?”
Me: “Yep.”
Son, to my daughter: “See?!? Bats are real!”
Daughter: “I know. Who said they weren’t real?”
Son: “You did.”
Daughter: “You were talking about vampire bats.”
Me: “But those are real, too.
Daughter: “They are?”
Me: “They live in Mexico and suck the blood of cows.”
Son: “Like mosquitoes.”
Me: “Right. But they don’t turn into real vampires.”
Son: “Too bad.”