The New abNormal

This morning, the Bean and I were discussing, as you may have guessed, Zombi-ism. Okay, so maybe you hadn't guessed. It's kind of a pre-halloween thing, apparently, and due perhaps in part to both of us being really sleepy, she started making zombie noises and saying she was going to eat my brains; you know the drill.

So she asked me to lean forward - which I did - and she put one hand on top of my head and made a loud sucking noise. "There!" she proudly exclaimed, "now I have your brain!"

I asked her how I was going to drive without my brain, and she frowned in thought. "Hmmm."

I shuffled past her down the stairs, making a low grumbling noise that I expect the recently brainless to make. As I came back up, I accidentally dropped her backpack, eliciting a "hey, daddy, you dropped my backpack!" from her.

Shrugging, I said, "I got no brain. No can lift bag good."

She grinned, and put her hand against my chest. "Here. You can have your brain again."

I smiled and stood back up straight. "Thank you!" I said.

She added, "I put it with your heart so you can think AND love."


I don't know why, but that really struck me as deep and profound. And so I blog it.