That old, cold, coffee

The grandboy, while helping me do dishes:

“Gwumpa I NEVER drink old coffee (as he watches me dump out my thermos) blaughhh. You know why? You know why gwumpa? You know?”

“No, why is that?”

“Because I drink old coffee I’ll be old like you gwumpa I’ll be oooolllld”

“He he yep you’ll turn old all right.”

“Yah and den, and den I turn into a zombie and attack everyone and attack momma and she’ll get mad.”

“Yep better stay away from that old coffee then…”