Yesterday my son was drawing pictures of jack-o-lanterns. He starts celebrating Halloween early, which I can understand.
So up he came, walking one of these paper pumpkins across the desk like a kid does, and making some kind of weird roaring monster noise.
"Look, Daddy! It's a zombie pumpkin!"
"A zombie pumpkin?"
"Yeah, see--he's missin' a eye!"
A weird kid after my own heart.