A couple of my best friends, Llyra and Sean, came for a visit recently, with their son, Christopher, who is basically my nephew, except we aren’t related by blood. Unless you count that time I burned myself roasting marshmallows in their backyard, which I don’t, because I do that all the time (I’d be related to a lot of people at this point).
When we all leave each other, we hug. Critter was in the mood for smooching, and was told, “Go give Beth a goodbye kiss!”
Well, he grabbed that girl, pulled her down, and sucked her brain out through her chin:
I posted that to my Flickr account, and we’ve all been giggling at it for the last few days. Well, tonight I was remembering that Bethie used to do something very similar as a baby, and I found this photo:
That’s Beth, at just 4 months old, trying to suck Grammy’s brain out through her chin.
So, I posit that Llyra and I both had chin-sucking zombie babies, who will (of course) grow up to rule the world, after getting married and bearing a passel of their own chin-sucking zombie babies. And no one will care, because they’re just so cute, you’ll be like, OH HEE HEE! LOOK AT THAT! I’M GETTING MY CHIN SUCKED! And then the next thing you know, you’ll be doing their bidding.
“Barbecue me some chicken!”
“Yes, master.”
“Wear more pink! With UNICORNS!”
“Yes, mistress.”