H, breathlessly: We found a moth in the house but moths can’t go outside right now cause it raining and his wings get wet like a fairy and he won’t fly so we keeping him safe inside the house now…in A’s lunch box.

A: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

A: Peanut butter.

Me: Peanut butter who?

A: I want to be in a sandwich!

A says…

If someone comes up to you with bad breath and green skin, run away. That’s a zombie