My brother’s girlfriend Kelsey is becoming my new writing buddy. She’s been on a hot streak lately with great ideas. It’s nice to have another person to bounce ideas off of for the comic. She texted me the other day with a mini-rant about how movies never address bathroom needs. From The Walking Dead to Twilight, she had spent WAY too much time thinking about how movies never address how or when main characters do their business – or if they do at all.
“Do zombies poop?”
The girl clearly has too much free time, and thankfully for me – that equates to some really great comic ideas.
Every freaking time. I’ll come up with something that sounds delicious, but by the time they sit down to eat it, it typically turns into a “How many more bites do I have to eat?” sort of situation.
Not that my kids are bad, mind you. They’re just very unadventurous when it comes to trying new things. Since I married their mom last summer though, I’ve slowly but steadily been exposing them to new tastes – sometimes with hilarious outcomes (Finding out just how much exactly my little boy doesn’t share my affinity for spicy pickles comes to mind).
Truth be told, they’re great kids. I can usually get them to try things, but it does get disheartening to see my best intention meals get pushed around until they’re room temperature. I suppose this is the life of a parent, though. You do what you think is best, only to find out how little they actually wanted you to in the first place.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.