This morning Liam was on his hands and knees scooting a toy across the kitchen floor. The toy, (one of those yellow shape sorters with the blue lid) slid out from under his hands and he fell face first on the edge of the toy. He immediately started screaming. I scooped him up and put his head on my shoulder while he cried. Before I knew it my shirt and hair were soaked with his blood and that’s when I noticed that the poor kid had bit into his upper lip. I grabbed a few paper towels and held them against his lip. After a few minutes, Topher walks over and exchanges a fresh paper towel for the blood soaked one I was holding. A sweet gesture I thought, until I heard him say, “Yes! Now I can use Liam’s blood to make a zombie art project! This is going to be AWESOME!”
| He then proceeded to use the blood as finger paint. The desired affect (which I don’t think he accomplished) was to make it look like the zombie had just devoured someone’s brain and was covered in its victims bloods. |
At one point he said, “Thanks for your blood, Liam!” And then, so as not to be mistaken for a total sociopath, added, “and sorry you got hurt.”
Give him a few years and he’ll be cutting off his ear and sending it to the woman who scorned him.
2 comments:
Send that into the Ensign.
I heard this is exactly how Dahmer got his start..:)
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