From the G-Man, my 5 year old son:
“Bad guys are trying to kill the kitty waiters.”
Now, the context: He pretends that our dining table is a “ship carrying a hotel,” and he waits on us while we eat, which is freaking hilarious. “May I serve you?” So I order pretend caviar and champagne, which he brings along with my pretend bill. Pretend caviar is quite expensive, let me tell you. Anyway, so today at lunch he announced that “all the waiters are kitties,” and that our ship was being invaded by bad guys from a bad guy ship. Thus, the sentence above.
Don’t you feel much more informed than you were before you read this post? Happy New Year.