I had an interesting and fun conversation with my kids today. They’re 12 and 9 for the record.

We were discussing ghosts.

Whether they were real.
Why they’d haunt houses.
What the purpose of them sticking around this plane of existence.
What types of ghosts there were.

This got me thinking. Out loud of course.

I’d quite like to be a ghost. And haunt my kids. I informed them that I’d like to come back as a poltergeist. And move things around.

They worked out that my OCD would be problematic for my haunting. That they’d leave their houses, and come back to find I’d moved everything back to their correct places, and tidied everything up.

Sigh.

^sd