Coconut Ghosts

Me: “Troy, it’s foggy outside. That’s when all the ghosts come out.”

Troy: “I don’t see any ghosts.”

Me: “That’s because it’s foggy. They like this weather, because you can’t see them.”

Troy: “Wait! I see one over there! Well, it was just a tail.”

Me: “What did it look like?”

Troy: “It was white.”

Me: “Like a giant marshmallow?”

Troy: “No.”

Me: “Oh, just like a regular ghost? Like the sheet on the bed?”

Troy: “Yeah, and you can eat him.”

Me: “Eat a ghost?! And what does he taste like?”

Troy: “Coconut.”

Me: “Coconut?! I’ve never heard of a ghost made of coconut! But then, I’ve never tried to eat a ghost either. Maybe they all taste like coconut.”

Troy: “Yeah, maybe.”