It's time for some ANIMATION. Or should I say...re-animation.
A couple of years ago, the (then) 13-year-old boy came down with a pretty horrifying case of stomach flu. He kept me up
all night all week with the barfs. This literally brought me back to my early daze as a new mom and I found myself moaning, lurching and craving brains.
Yay Zombies. What's the most undead parenting story you've ever heard of?