For a time we lost ourselves in laughter as celluloid unspooled at 24 frames per second. On the drive home, we clasped hands and held hushed conversation.
That hush ended at our front door.
Inside, Legos clattered beneath our feet. Grape juice sluiced across a counter from an overturned cup, the purple slick eldritch in the ambient light. A toddler's wail rose from the recesses of some distant room. The sitter babbled at us incoherently, eyes rolling.
Then we saw, we beheld -- dimpled knees pistoning, chubby palms palms pushing, snaggletoothed maw set in a savage, dipplecheeked smile -- The Crawling Chaos.
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