My seven-year-old son is absolutely convinced that Sasquatch (Big Foot) lives in the woods behind our house.
"Mama, did you know there were eight Sasquatch sightings in Kentucky?"
"No. I hadn't heard."
"I think one of them might've migrated into the woods behind our house."
I looked at him kind of funny. "Why do you think that?"
"Because there's total distruction in the woods that could've only been caused by a creature of that size."
Later in the evening my son threw open the front door and started howling into the night.
"What the heck are you doing?" I said, sure that the neighbors were on the phone calling the police.
"Calling for Sasquatch!"
"Yeah. I know he can hear me!"
"Dude, get in the house, and leave the Sasquatch alone. You can play with him tomorrow."