When I got home and pulled in the driveway, Sam came running out to the car with his usual burst of welcoming enthusiasm. But then he proceeded to give me another hurried wimpy hug and turned and ran inside. As he was running in he called to tell me he had to get back before he missed more George (Curious George.) By the time I got inside, Sam was sitting on the furthest east couch cushion, wearing his long sleeve hockey shirt and slick exercise pants, watching a t.v. show.
Here's the picture of the two Zombie T.V. Kids.
In fairness to their mom, these were the only two shows the kids watched all day.




