I had work to do, so I didn't feel like stopping to entertain them. "I'm sure you can figure something out," I said.
My son poked around and found some packages of balloons. He opened them and started blowing up the balloons. After each one, he'd bring it over to me. "Mama, can you tie this?"
I must've tied at least twenty of those slimy things.
"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.
"You'll see." He went and got a Sharpie Marker and some masking tape. He taped the balloons together so that they looked like a head with two arms. Then he drew a face on one of them. "It's a creeper, Mama. A zombie creeper!"
I glanced over at it. "Interesting."
He drew some more faces on the other balloons. So did my daughter. "This one's name is Bob," she said.
"And this one is Jimmy," my son added.
I nodded. "Okay."
"Do you know what you have to do, Mama?" Bubba asked.
"No. What do I have to do?" I asked.
"You have to protect Bob and Jimmy from the creeper.
So now I have a couple of balloon people staring at me, begging me to keep them safe.
And here's Jimmy:
(Hmmm. Jimmy appears to be having some issues. Maybe he's afraid of the zombie.)