Since my nephew and niece were born, their parents and my group of friends have joked that one will become an evil overlord while the other will be the savior of humanity. This is probably due to the immense amount of fantasy we all read, but sometimes possible hints slip out. Or it could be because he’s almost seven.
Scene: Nephew and I are returning from a scout activity
Me: Let us go forth…..
Nephew: To a date with death!
It’s one of those times I’m not sure whether to be proud, terrified, or both.