We’re a Halloween family. It’s a holiday my husband and I both love; in general, we tend to go for things that promote high drama and imagination.

This year we joined others who share a passion for stage makeup, wigs and social commentary and participated in Zombie Walk on Saturday, Oct. 28. About 200 zombies lurched and growled their way through Carytown, and raised a few bucks for charity.

We didn’t think twice about taking Sophia. She loves a crowd. And although there’s an abundance of fake blood, zombie walks are actually rather tame.

In the spirit of George Romero’s “Dawn of the Dead,” my husband insisted that we go as everyday zombies. Not the kind who rose from the dead wearing their Sunday best, but everyday folks in jeans. For baby zombie’s costume, we searched for child-friendly makeup but couldn’t find anything to use on children under 3. We ended up splattering fake blood on our outfits, and Max and I covered our faces in white and grey makeup and darkened our eyes. I must admit that our costumes were sub-par compared to others at zombie walk.

Sophia was not the only baby zombie in the crowd, and there were about a dozen other young kids who were there with their parents.

My mom thought that it sounded like great fun when I told her about it on the phone. My mother-in-law, on the other hand, was concerned that we scared Sophia. I’m confident that we didn’t. In fact, The Kid enjoyed herself so much that she started growling along with the other zombies.

We’re already talking about what to wear next year. I vote for a family theme, but expect that my husband will want to stick with “come as you are” zombies. For the kid, we have a year to work on the growl.