Barbie Zombies…

Rissa has always been a little off-centre.  I was about to say that I blame David for that, but I couldn’t type it with a straight face.  Instead, I shall say that we are equally bad influences, but in good ways.  I do think that she gets her sense of humour from him.  The pair of them watch  Fletch  and Airplane and she will giggle madly at the “Are you the singing bush?” scene in the Three Amigos.  This morning she was wearing her new polka-dotted lunch bag on her head, with the handle sideways on her face, creating an eye-hole.  She grabbed a pencil and was running through the kitchen.  David asked, “Are you jousting?”  “YES I AM!”

The other day, as David and I were working in the study, Rissa was gallumphing up and down the attic stairs with a friend.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something fly by the study window on a swift downward trajectory.  Then Rissa and her friend would gallumph down the stairs again, leaving the sounds of  maniacal laughter in their wake.  There is nothing like the sound of a child laughing.   Deep, infectious
belly laughs are the absolute best.  When I hear Rissa laugh like that,
I’m a happy mom.  It was obvious that the two of them were having incredible amounts of fun.  They were rushing up and down the stairs, things were flying from the attic window.  Hilarity was dancing upon the very air.

The third time they came up, I just had to ask.  I wanted to be in on their youthful hijinks.

“What exactly are you guys doing?”

“We’re throwing barbies out the window!”

Of course they were.  Makes complete sense.  “Why?”

“After they lose limbs or their heads, we’re turning them into zombies.”

Ah yes,  this is the sort of activity that floats Rissa’s pontoon boat.  This is what brings her joy.

“Okey Doke.  Try not to infect the neighbourhood.”

 This is what they did.

Worthy of an art installation, yes?

Closeup: Headless Barbie Zombie with axe

Leg-crutch Barbie Zombie with axe.

I am assuming that the green painter’s tape indicates where their bodies are now rotting.  I particularly enjoy the multi-tasking of one of the zombies – using her own severed leg as a crutch.  Note that beside her head it indicates that she is saying “Rawr!”  Nice to add that graphic novel element to the display.  I was somewhat surprised that they didn’t go into the refrigerator and take the sticky rice to make Barbie-sized brains.   Perhaps this will turn into a mother-daughter craft!