A creepy, ghoulish, or otherwise disturbing looking child.
Look, I don’t hate kids.
Far from it, actually. I’m happy to report that I’ve become a man who rather likes them. They’re wonderful, and strange; they’re hungry little ids who run around all hopped up on fudge, asking uncomfortable questions and occasionally pooping themselves. How can you honestly not appreciate that?
These behaviors are the proud marks of a free creature, flaring gloriously through the black misery of the Cosmos. Kids are great. They should be celebrated. Hooray for kids.
There’s a time in every child’s life… somewhere around three, I think, when they take a turn.
They get spooky looking.
Their parts start growing at varied paces, making them physically syncopated and rangy. Suddenly afire with curiosity and wonder, mind overrides mien… so, when unoccupied by iPads or juice-boxes or coloring books, they often appear vacant and expressionless… leering about and gawping… their mouths faintly reddened by juice, their smiles a mushy handful of baby teeth.
I like kids. I do! But zoiks can they look damn scary sometimes.
NB: I feel it’s very important to point out that me at 8 was a SPECTACULAR example of this word.