Irony, thy name is LB
So, my son wanted to go to the park this evening while we were visiting Grandma and Grandpa. No problem, it was cold, but he bundled up. While we were playing, he suddenly "died" and when I checked on him, he rose up as a zombie and started to shamble after me. I dutifully played my part and fled in horror. And proceeded to trip on a piece of playground equipment, bang my shin hard on a metal pole, and faceplant in a pile of gravel, at which point he caught me. Apparently zombie movie conventions are more realistic than I had previously believed.