zombie attack

This morning after breakfast the kids had turned their bedroom into a haunted house. I guess they got tired of scaring each other so they all come walking down the stairs groaning like zombies, with their hands out in front of them. The boys keep groaning and Sam starts popping her pop gun. Then they attack the adults, we fought them off by tickling them to death. Somehow they ended up in this huge zombie pile.

I also wanted to make a note that when Sam heard today was Sunday and she had to wear a dress she said, "I don't like dresses anymore." Well, she almost made it a week.