Showing posts with label pumpkin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pumpkin. Show all posts

Monday, 1 November 2010

Chew dat gum, chew dem bones



For Halloween this year, Emmett's parents thumb their noses at all the suffocation warnings, wrap Emmett in plastic and balloons, and call him a gumball machine. Then they do the same thing to themselves.



Trick or treating doesn't amount to much, but Emmett shows great interest in the graveyard on Cousin Rod's front lawn. He is particularly fond of the bones strewn among the headstones (clearly, his parents should have opted for the blood-smeared zombie costume).



Originally disconcerted by his behaviour, Emmett's mom fesses up that she vaguely recalls maybe introducing a 7 month-old Emmett to skeletal gorging at a BBQ ribfest in New Zealand.


Sunday, 31 October 2010

Much too gross anatomy



On the eve of Halloween, Emmett exhibits an early aversion to pumpkin guts. That pretty much rules out a career in cardiothoracic surgery.


Neurological reconstruction, however, remains a possibility.