And just like that, my six-year-old has entered her zombie era. Perfect timing, really with Halloween right around the corner.
I don't even need to buy her a costume... all it takes is the soft glow of a screen. Within minutes, her eyes glaze over, her mouth hangs open, and she's gone. Lost to the glow, and apparently to sound too, because I could shout her name from three houses down and get nothing.
Her little sister, almost four, isn't as hooked, but she's... a lot. She's busy, loud and allergic to stillness. When she was born, her umbilical cord was knotted and honestly, that tracks. She's been doing laps ever since.

























