What would you hate to see charging at you in the middle of an open field?
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. . .here are my thoughts.
What would you hate to see charging at you in the middle of an open field?
Prior to watching the 1992 movie—Honey, I Blew Up the Kid—I thought it meant kaboom!! Blew up—like, dead baby pieces all over the house. I was very confused as to how the film’s runtime could be more than a couple minutes. Turns out they were making a giant baby. Wouldn’t that be a terrifying sight charging at you in the middle of an open field! Barely having learned to walk prior to being supersized, the giant diaper-clad infant staggers to and fro with an unsteady gait. You can’t decide which way to run, constantly wondering if this will be the step sending tons of baby fat crushing down on you. Hearing a loud thud, you peek over your shoulder and witness a mammoth dirty diaper on the ground. Previously unsure as to the child’s sex, you’re now convinced by the fire hose pointed in your general direction that it’s a baby boy. Fear escalates with the threat of drowning in a river of urine. Better a yellow stream of death than a greenish-brown bomb of stench upon your head without warning.