Short Legged Zombie

The last weekend of September was Uncle John's birthday.  He and Aunt Katie have finished their move and now live in Amherst, one of our very favorite places to visit, thanks to an awesome and free dino museum.  While the adults were chatting, Ethan, Isaac, Myles, and Colby and I went to a local playground.  It was pretty spectacular with lots of cool hiding spots and nooks and crannies. 

Here was a cool two story tire structure.  I was in the bottom looking up at the Beeth.  As the three big kids jumped and skipped around Ethan did a his best to follow.  After a few misses, Myles told Ethan "sorry, bud, your legs are too short." Over the hour or so we spent at the playground Ethan heard that a lot and did a good job with it, hanging back with Dad. 

As we were leaving the boys decided to fight some imaginary zombies. They took off and again Ethan was left with me.  At some point Colby paused, turned around, and said: "They are zombies" point to Ethan and I.  Finally tired of being left behind, Ethan yelled at them as they ran away: "My legs are too short for me to be a zombie!"

It was hysterical and even with his lament, Ethan was still pretty cool about the whole thing.  Its tough being the short-legged zombie chasing a herd of gazelles. 
Tony Sculimbrene