baking with aliens or how my son learned to love zucchini bread

This morning my son woke up and asked me what I was doing.
"Baking bread" I replied.  
He scrunched up his nose & asked "what kinda bread".
Knowing the instant I said the word zucchini there would be no going back. " Bread made out of alien pods"I told him.  
"You don't have any aliens Mom! They are in outer space!"  
"No, I have a few in the fridge.  They were on sale at the store" I told him.  
"Cool" he said "can I help".  
"Of Course" I said. " First we have to shred the alien flesh & squeeze out all the alien juice".
My little blood thirsty boy thought this was the greatest news he had ever heard.
Well my little guy helped me all the way up to the alien funeral pyre (putting the bread in the oven).
When the bread came out of the oven he ate two slices of warm bread.
He told me it was pretty good even if it wasn't made out of real aliens.