A recent conversation:
Me: How was dinner with [Boyfriend's] kids?
Aunt: Ok. His daughter was as unpleasant as she always is.
Me: But this was the first time you'd met his son right?
Me: So, is he any nicer than she is?
Aunt: Yeah. But he's got some weird interests.
Me: Like what?
Aunt: I don't know. He talked a lot about...just...like, do you know what zombies eat?
Me: Brains. Why?
Aunt: You just answered that like it was a perfectly normal question.
Me: Well, I mean, it was an unexpected question but it's not like it was crazy or anything.
Aunt: 'What do zombies eat?' is not a crazy question to you?
Aunt: And how do you KNOW what zombies eat?
Me: I don't know. Doesn't everyone know that?
Aunt: NO! Everyone definitely does NOT know what zombies eat.
My Mom: What are you guys talkin' about?
Aunt: Do you know what zombies eat?
Mom: Why would I know that?
Aunt: SEE! It's a crazy question!
Me: It doesn't seem that crazy to me. Anyway, what does that have to do with dinner.
Aunt: He just talked a lot about zombies.
Me: Huh...that's weird.
Aunt: That's weird but knowing what they eat like it's common knowledge isn't?
Me: I watch a lot of TV and movies, zombies get talked about. They eat brains.
Mom: You worry me.
Me: They also move very slowly and are very stupid. You know, just in case you're ever attacked by any, that's important to know.
Aunt: I should give you the son's number.