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Zombie Dad

No, not me ...

Patrick. OK, not really Patrick ... only a comparison.

Since he started walking, I've realized there are many similarities. Oh, and when I mentioned this article to Jen, she told me to tell you, "Our son is not a zombie."  No, he's not ... and, he has the same amazing heart I fell in love with in his mother.

But ... back to the zombie ...

It started when I was watching him walk. He had only started walking the day before ... lurching steps, arms out and occasionally falling down. He is always heading for or following one of us.

Then I realized he bites like one, too. Right along with this one is the insatiable appetite. Now, I'll be laughing even harder the next time I see him with pizza sauce and ketchup all over his face.

As his cousin pointed out, he often sounds like a zombie, too ...

Zombies never leave you alone for long and take the most inopportune moment to make their presence know.

Neither cares what they are wearing ... shoes, no shoes; shirt, no shirt; pants, no pants.

Oh, and how can I forget the smell ... well, not quite the same and Patrick's odors come and go, but you get the idea.
Here's something to strain the brain ... this is an official site ...

If you're ready for a zombie apocalypse, then you're ready for any emergency. emergency.cdc.gov
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