Mar 11 2009
When Zombies Come to Visit
The following is a little photo story my ten-year-old daughter recorded last week with my digital camera (while she was being punished for calling her sister an a–hole.) She was banned from the computer, television, DVD player and three different video game systems. After much crying and groaning, this is what occurred when her bored mind ignited with its own twisted creativity. The doll was a birthday gift from a good friend and the narration comes from my own warped mind…
This is my friend Zack. He came to visit for my birthday.Hi, Zack.
He doesn’t say much but he’s very friendly.
Why are you following me into the bathroom, Zack? A girl needs a little privacy.
I like you too, Zack. But why are your eyes glowing that way? Is it because you’re happy to see me?
Alright, dude. I can see we need to establish some boundaries here. I’m sure it’s very different wherever you’re from, but you need to respect my personal space.
Hey, man. Back the flock up. You’re making me uncomfortable and ew, your gums smell weird.
Not cool, Zack. Why are you getting all grabby? No means no. Stop trying to put your mouth on me. I’m married, argh, you’re the worst house guest ever. Are you trying to eat my face? What the?
No zombies (or mothers) were harmed during the making of this film.
