So Eli tells me this morning that he had a bad dream. A bad dream about the Chupacabra. That the Chupacabra sucked his blood "and then I was dead" and then sucked my blood and then sucked Daddy's blood and we were all dead then. And my first instinct? My first instinct was to reframe it with the ever-so-helpful phrase "But then we could all be zombies!" No wonder my kids are weird.