Friday, July 22, 2011


Ever since I was little, I've loved spookiness.  The thrill of a little shiver running down your spine just can't be long as thing don't get too creepy.  You never know when something will cross the line from "fun spooky" too "creepy spooky."  Will Smith's I am Legend gave me nightmares for weeks...something about those screaming zombie mouths... 

Anyway,  when my spookometer gets overwhelmed, I tend to use a highly logical thought process and hide in corners or cover my head with a blanket...or squish up real close behind whoever else is in the room with me. (That way I can throw them at whatever is coming to get me and run away...during times of true terror my "flight" response almost aways beats my "fight" response.) 

My little boy shares my affinity for spooky things.  Halloween is his favorite holiday.  He talks about it year round.  His preferred reading consists of my Taste of Home Halloween themed cooking magazines.  If he gets to help plan and make supper, we end up making something spooky themed from said magazines.

Our local video rental store has a section of kid movies which can be rented for free...FREE!  When we go in to rent a grown up movie, my punkin is allowed to pick a movie from this section to rent as well.  We usually end up bringing home a Scooby Doo movie.  *see previous mentioned affinity for spooky stuff.  Yesterday we brought home What's New Scooby Doo?  Merry Scary Holiday.

The image of the red-eyed, sharp-toothed snowman enthralled him. 

When punkin woke up from his nap this afternoon, he ask to watch his new video.  I popped it in the DVD player and went to the kitchen to tidy up a bit before starting dinner.  When I came back into the living room I find my baby cowering in fear.  Being the fantastic mother that I am, I dashed to the T.V. and immediately turned the offensive imagery off...but not before I grabbed my phone and snapped this picture.

Yes, that's him eating a sucker and hiding.  He inherited his mother's logical sensibilities.  Deranged snowmen can't find you if you're hiding behind the recliner.

1 comment:

  1. I don't blame him! That snowman is crazy creepy! I need to get behind my recliner now.