So the other day, Dad and I were pretending to be zombies who were hungry for some Bubba brain just for kicks & giggles (and to see how Bubs deals with his parents turning into zombies trying to eat his brains.) You can never start Zombie Combat Training too soon, I say. Well, he broke Rule #1 (cardio!) already and stayed put. He kept shaking his head and saying no and stomping his lil feet with his arms all crossed. Then he runs away, crying. Into a corner. sigh We’re gonna work on cardio and then I’ll send him to Abbi for weapons training.
