"There's nothing like a father and daughter bonding over zombies!"
I can't help but laugh at the fact that these words just came out of my father's mouth from across the room. I've always been a daddy's girl. We did all the cute daddy/daughter stuff together: we went to dances and bonded during car rides when I was in school; we go fishing every summer, and you can find us swearing at the TV together for most Chicago Blackhawks games. But zombies? Um, no.
It was an accident, I swear. I lived with roommates for a semester who go me hooked on the show "The Walking Dead." I resisted as much as I could, but it was a common talking point in the apartment, and I couldn't hold out forever. Shortly after the addiction took hold, I moved back home to start student teaching.
Mom and Dad, of course, made fun of me for watching this stupid zombie show. I laughed too - it sounded ridiculous even to me! But still I watched, because it was far too late for me. Mom continued to laugh, but Dad started wandering in occasionally, staying for longer and longer periods of time. I noticed, but kept quiet. I knew what was happening - this is exactly how I became a Blackhawks fan.
So here we are, settled in with a pair of Pepsis and some Girl Scout cookies between us. Watching zombies. Maybe it's not traditional daddy/daughter bonding, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.