Zombie Apocalypse

"Mom" Gavin asks, "which would you rather have during a zombie apocalypse?  Arms or legs."  I look at him and smile.  These little boy conversations are so different from the little girl conversations I have had over the past 20 years.  

"Definitely legs.  That way I can run away."  I answer.  

Gavin furrows his brow in thought.  "Not me.  I want my arms and hands so I can shoot my gun."  

"Well I saw a show about a real lady who learned how to do everything with her feet.  Even brush her teeth." I add giving weight to my decision. "I could totally learn how to hold a gun in my toes". I nod and look him in the eye as though my logic is completely sound, and he should choose legs too. 

"You know, you could crawl with your arms.  That's what I am going to do." He remarks, trying to sway my decision. 

"Oh" I say trying to show some serious consideration.  "Maybe I should think about it some more."

Gavin jumps down from the chair and begins walking out of the room adding "Okay, you think about it and let me know if you want a gun."