The Smiling Dead

Danger Monkey, age 7: “Look… I’m dead.”

(he flops over and lies still for a full minute.)

DM: “Was that a good dead impersonation?”

Me: “Yes. But for the record, most dead bodies are not smiling mischievously.”

Mine

I’ve been eating so much better lately.

At a picnic, I deserve to have a little tiny brownie, right?

See? Just one tiny bite… oh so good.

SO GOOD.

I forgot.

I forgot about brownies.

OH GOD… so soft and warm and gooey — OUT OF THE WAY GRANDMA THOSE ARE MINE!