Sandbox Zombie
Me: “Do you mind if I take your picture? Your mommy said I could, but I won’t if you don’t want me to.” Zombie boy: “What for?” Me: “For my website. And my blog.” Zombie boy: “Blog?” Me: “That’s kind of like a diary?” Zombie boy: “Diary?” Me: “That’s kind of like... when you write... stuff... ummm...” Trying to figure out how to explain what a diary is. He interrupts my stammering as I search for the right words by startling me with a very loud growl. I look up to see him suddenly standing up in the sandbox he was playing in, contorting himself with gusto. I snap this photo. Me: “Awesome! Thanks! Do you still want to know what a Diary is?” Zombie boy: “Naw. I’m over it. We’re good.” He sits back down in the sand and goes back to playing.














