On the drive home from soccer practice on Monday after I delivered one of his teammates to his home, The (ten year old, zombie-obsessed) Favorite Son began:
THE FAVORITE SON (TFS): I can't wait for the zombie apocalypse.
ME: Oh, yeah? Why?
TFS: Well, I could drive a car when I'm like, 13.
ME: If the zombie apocalypse happened right now, why couldn't you drive a car right now?
TFS: Yeah. But, how would we get gas with all the power out?
ME: There'd be plenty of gas. We'd have to syphon it out with a hose from other cars.
TFS: You know how to do that?
ME: Yeah. We could do it.
TFS: (Pause, considering the implications.) Could I drive a Lamborgini?