So the boy and I took Amtrak out to
|White shirt. Epaulets. Official looking hat. NOT mom in black T-shirt.|
However, I just found this video on YouTube and now that my son isn't with me I think it's kind of funny again. Weird - undeniably weird - but funny. The 2011 video seems kind of tame. If you're bored and click around, there are other zombie videos that better capture the lurching & moaning we saw. Also, on the zombie website above, there are "zombie rules" posted (don't drip on the sidewalk! don't assault small children!); drippy JERK was not in compliance, so I'll try not to hate on the next zombie flash mob I run into. [Because clearly running into another one is just a matter of time!?].
I once heard that you spend the first 10 years of your child's life protecting them from the outside world (sharp knives, viruses, creepy train guys, & zombies) and the next 10 protecting them from themselves (binge drinking, sports cars, & the tramp in his english class). We're 66% of the way through the first part. It's a little nerve wracking & exhausting, this parenting gig. Good thing they're cute!