The night before Joe took the kids on their holiday, Richard and Nic watched Shaun of the Dead, a British zombie movie that is more comedy than scary. Emma insisted she be allowed to watch too, and while Richard was worried it was too gruesome and that even though it’s a comedy she might be frightened by the walking dead and gore, I thought it would be alright if she watched for a little while. I draw the line at any movie with sexual content, explicit or even suggested, but zombies, no problem.
“Watch a movie together!” Emma said. She snuggled under the covers next to me and then when all the zombies are breaking into the Winchester Pub where the few remaining survivors have holed up, she popped her head up, bugged her eyes out and made biting motions with her mouth.
“Oh Emma! Are you a zombie?” I laughed. “Richard! Look at Emma.”
To say that it was hilarious, would be an understatement. Her depiction was nothing short of brilliant and by the way, extremely convincing.
“Emma let me see!” Nic shouted above the groaning zombie noises. For the remaining minutes of the movie we took turns making zombie faces and pretending to bite each other, before collapsing into giggles.
Emma and Nic are spending the day at a water park before heading home this evening. When we spoke to the kids yesterday, Emma said, “Mommy had to stay home. Mommy couldn’t go to the new hotel. Just Nic and Joe.” She said she was having fun, but then went back to talking about how I had to stay home.
“She misses you,” Richard observed when we got off the phone.
I miss my little zombie too.
I have to have surgery tomorrow morning, so I may not be able to post anything for a few days. It’s nothing life threatening, but I will be out of commission for a while, maybe, probably, unless I turn into a zombie instead. Either way, I’m sure I’ll be as good as new in no time at all.
For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to: Emma’s Hope Book