Zombie mommie -- BLITEOTW
My son accuses me of being all sorts of monsters, and I have to correct him. I am a zombie mommie and he knows it, or he knows it every now and then.
After I suck his brain out of his head, pretending just to kiss him, he usually forgets.
Still there is a flaw in my plan, as then he becomes a zombie (naturally), and being young, and spry for being freshly converted, easily chases me down to get his brain back. I'm left, broken and melencholy, until I can pull myself together, slap whatever part of me he ripped off back into place, and lurch into some semblance of action as I continue to regain my strength from evil vapors where I can find them.
Still, in regaining his brain, it gets a bit scrambled and he forgets the danger. His early memories of me and his sunny disposition get the best of his warranted misgivings, and I get another chance.
If I can only keep ahold of his brains this time, I'll be set to go after bigger prey, and I'll have a welcome sidekick in the never-ending search for brains, braaains, braaaaiiiinnss.
After I suck his brain out of his head, pretending just to kiss him, he usually forgets.
Still there is a flaw in my plan, as then he becomes a zombie (naturally), and being young, and spry for being freshly converted, easily chases me down to get his brain back. I'm left, broken and melencholy, until I can pull myself together, slap whatever part of me he ripped off back into place, and lurch into some semblance of action as I continue to regain my strength from evil vapors where I can find them.
Still, in regaining his brain, it gets a bit scrambled and he forgets the danger. His early memories of me and his sunny disposition get the best of his warranted misgivings, and I get another chance.
If I can only keep ahold of his brains this time, I'll be set to go after bigger prey, and I'll have a welcome sidekick in the never-ending search for brains, braaains, braaaaiiiinnss.