Life changed for us, after I became a zombie.
Mom tries to treat me the same, but— There’s really nothing I can do about the stench, for example. That’s just an unavoidable by-product of being undead.
Once pieces began falling off of me, she did her best to keep the loose bits re-animated. That cost her a lot more of her stash of precious zombie dust, as you can imagine. It always irritated her, whenever we went shopping and little bits of me kept struggling to catch up.
“Could you please pick up your feet when you walk?”
“And stop snapping your gums.”
ParkInkSpot 
Even as a zombie, she’s still his mom. This was just sweet. 🙂
Got the idea from an actual mother berating her actual teenage son yesterday 😛
The little post-script comes from my mom (I think).
It rings true. And, if zombies could talk…just like old times when they were alive, just body parts falling off and stuff. 🙂