After I finally relented this morning we had a conversation that went like this:
Me: "I want new children, you guys are no fun."
Ace: (panting like he has been running from real zombies) "You could always eat your own brain."
Me: "Cannibalism? That's no fun either."
Ace: "Zombies do it all the time. I've seen it."
|Zombie baby chewing on his own foot.|
Ace: "I invented a game at school called Zombie tag."
Me: "Do you chase each other for brains?"
Ace: "NO! Zombies shuffle Mom!"
(I was almost proud of the exasperated tone in his voice because he is right, they don't run)
Ace: "If you are it you have to catch someone and say 'Nom..nom..nom' and then they are it."
Me: (After a moment of silently contemplating how awesome that sounded) "It would be more fun if you ambled after them saying braaains and then do this." At which point I grabbed his arm and pretended to suck out his brain with my other hand to the amusement of both my immensely weird children.
Ace: "Great idea Mom!"
I am hoping he was being sarcastic because if he actually went to school and tried that I can just imagine the phone call I am going to get tomorrow. <cringes> He doesn't understand that not everyone's parents are as
|Cutest Zombie baby ever|