All it took was one lollipop and a hop up onto the kitchen counter and BAM! ...there's a very serious little boy in my house. One who has very important telephone calls to make.
"Hewwo? Oh Hi. Dada have a vacuum. Mama, get a kitty. SHHHHHH BYE."
The curls? Still intact. The hairs? Not in the eyes. And then I died. Again.
Once, twice three times a zombie.