I'm a good mom x2

Remember this post from yesterday?  Just keep it in mind as I tell the following story.

This morning as I'm rushing around the house getting ready for church, I'm in the kitchen packing the kids' lunches when I hear strange voices in the playroom.  I go to investigate.  It's Greg and Rex playing dolls.  Alice's doll had turned into a zombie and was attacking Rex in a low gravelly voice.  I question their game and Greg explains:

The baby drank gasoline, went crazy.  It then tried to get a singing stuffed dog to drink gasoline, which it refused to do.  So the baby drove the car with both of them in it,  into a chair killing both the dog and the baby.  BUT when the car crashed the gasoline dripped into the baby's mouth, thus reviving the baby and turning it into a crazy baby zombie.

Apparently this zombie baby game had been going on for quite some time (Greg said an hour, but probably more like 40 minutes).

When I entered the room the baby was drinking more gasoline.  Rex was playing with a brush.  Then Zombie Baby told Rex that they should attack me.  The baby then attacks me.  I tell Rex he should not attack his mom.  The baby (Greg) and Rex then go back into the playroom and I hear Rex tell the baby:

"You should not hit."
Zombie baby in a low gravelly voice: Rex, why didn't you attack Mom?
Rex: Because you should not hit.  That's not nice.
ZB: But we are friends.  We had a plan.
R: That's not how friends act.  We don't hit.  Friends don't act like that.

That's right.  My kid taught a zombie baby life lessons about being friends.

As a side note, Greg is 1. pretty creative to come up with these games, 2. does not know how to play dolls, 3. I'm not sure I'll leave my real baby (toddler I guess) alone with him anymore...