Sunday, May 24, 2009

My Son, The Creature



There are some things in this life that must be dealt with immediately. Like ingrown toenails. And flat tires. And infestations of break dancers. And occasionally, your son -- if he happens to be a werewolf.

Ian is showing all the classic signs of becoming a werewolf: Claw-like nails. Ravenous hunger. And during the full moon, his face transforms into this snarl (see photo above).

Creepy.

For now, instead of shooting silver bullets at him, I find that throwing chocolate at him seems to keep him at bay.

NEXT STOP: A Visit from the Easter Bunny (If the Bunny Were Visiting from Pink Floyd's "The Wall")

1 comment:

Field Family said...

You constantly need to feed him at this point. Riley gets pretty ugly if there is not food easily accessible. Funny picture though.