Zombie Apocalypse

So last night was a full-on zombie apocalypse in my house. Boys were in ultimate make-believe state -- legs were being dragged, uncontrollable moaning, arms raised, blank stares, BRAAAAINZZZZ was the only word that was deciphered, etc. They both wanted a picture taken of their best zombie faces... this is what they came up with:

 

Gavy pulled on his face so hard that he had bruises under his eyes. :-/ What can I say? He goes all out for play-time. 

I shared the pics with some friends... all friends of baby girls. One responded about her daughter and other girls watching "My Little Pony" & that if the boys were to be there, the zombies would probably try to eat the little ponies. Damn straight! We rarely have delicate play here... it's more about being transformers, fighting bad guys, killing or being zombies, saving the world from some unknown evil force, crashing toy-cars, testing our strength, etc. Now, not to say that it's always helter-skelter here... there's a good 10-15% of the time when there is quiet play. (they have to sleep sometime, right? Ha!)