Sweet dreams, son.
One last question from Younger Son as I said good night...
He: Mother, which side will you be on in the zombie apocalypse? Human or zombie?
Me: I dunno. We'll see how fast I can run.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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The Zombies. Because, the older I get, the more I identify with them...and because it will cause him frustration!
Christie: We watched a couple classic zombie movies, and the boys were horrified that in each movie, the moms eventually turned zombie.
"Why the mom? Why is it always the mom?!?"
I think he's hoping I won't be a cliche more than he hopes I won't be a zombie. :-)
Good answer, Mom.
I've given it serious thought. I know I'll be a zombie because I already shuffle like one in the mornings.
"Every day I'm shuffling..."
Zombie. . . Schuffle walk with the "oh S___t" sounds being made because the feet ache to the point that I don't want to step on them.
Now you know that I can't run fast enough you won't have to hurry with the ax to take a whack at the head.
Oh fun...it's Halloween !!!!
*update 8/9/12*
I have just been informed that the horror is not from the moms turning zombie. It's because the sons usually have to "off" Mom at some point.
... probably gun point.
Heh.
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