I was standing outside with the kids waiting for the bus the other day. It was a few days after I had dressed in my finest zombie bride duds for a party I went to.
My kid stares at me for 15 seconds, really studying my face. And then he says, “Why do you still look like a zombie?”
I’m all, “What?!?” Granted I had just rolled out of bed, but even at my worst, describing me as zombie-like is a bit extreme. Or so I thought.
Then my other kid pipes up, “He’s right. You’re really pale. And you have those dark circles under your eyes. You look like a zombie.”
Yeah, cute kids.