So, moms, skip trick-or-treating this year, and instead, sit your little toddler down and explain that daddy's a hungry zombie, and before he went out to sharpen his pitchfork, he whispered to mommy that you looked delicious.
So, before you decide to run me out on a rail with all the flaming torches and pitchforks, hear me out, give me five minutes, then you may tear me to shreds, if you like.