GWARs in my closet!!

“Daddy can you leave the door open? There’s space mutants in my closet.” The little boy says while partially buried under his covers. The father hesitates to leave the room with his hand still on the door knob.

“Who told you there were space mutants in your closet?”

“Ricky from school. He says they play really scary music and they eat people and violate primate animals, whatever that means.”

The father re-enters the bedroom and sits at the edge of his bed. “Well, for one thing this kid who told you all these stories has it all wrong.”

“He does?”

“Yes, he needs to get his facts straight about who these…space mutants really are.”

The boy sits up in his bed with excitement, “Who are they REALLY??”

The father tries to calm his son down while stretching the covers over him. “Believe it or not, but they are the ones that are actually protecting you. Ricky must’ve lied about that.”

“But he showed me a picture of them and they really do look scary and one has metal jaws for a head, how are they the good guys?”

The father looks slightly defeated while carefully thinking through his next response. “Well, one would think that they look mean, but that’s just the way they were made.”

“Who made them?” Asked the boy.

“There were…bad guys in outer space who were taking over galaxies and these space mutants were created to fight those bad guys.” The father responds confidently.

“Well if that’s true, why did Ricky say that they eat humans and live on earth and were frozen in Antarctica?”

“Who are you going to believe? Ricky or your old man?”

The boy smiles, “You, dad.” He lays back into his bed and turns over already asleep.

The mother stands by the doorway, “Nick? You didn’t tell him about what that band is really about, did you?” He scoffs, “Oh no, I would never try to explain that to a seven year old, but I had to play the offense on this if some punk kid is going to try to scare him.”