Johnny wakes up on Monday morning at 6:30, just like he’s done ever since he started third grade. He gets dressed, makes his own breakfast (Froot Loops), packs his school bag, and crouches down to kiss his mother’s head before he leaves. Not on the lips, and not just because they’ve started to peel away from her teeth. It’s because he’s a big boy, and he knows he’s a big boy, and big boys don’t kiss on the lips.
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This is fabulously creepy and funny.
Posted by: Cuileann | March 27, 2009 at 11:46 AM
Ugh, so demented. But whoever said I didn't love dementia?
Posted by: Katie-wa | March 27, 2009 at 12:04 PM
I just...
Sometimes I worry for Max and Maggles.
Posted by: Marcus Aurelius | March 27, 2009 at 01:07 PM
AH! Wow. This one really disturbed me.
Posted by: Enna Isilee | March 28, 2009 at 09:38 AM
Perfect, anymore details would have stymed my own demented creativity.
Posted by: Jeff | March 28, 2009 at 01:30 PM
Haha, classic Dreadcrumbs. Vague and wonderfully creepy.
Posted by: Katee | March 30, 2009 at 12:38 PM