The other day I was getting Miss M ready for bed, while Dinosaur was sitting nearby chatting with me.
DINO: Mommy, when I was a kid…
(I always tune in quickly to these insights, especially since he’s still very much a kid)
DINO:… I turned into a dinosaur. WHOOPS! Then I died, and turned into bones.
ME: Thanks for that one, sweetie.
I should explain that he’s fascinated/obsessed with the dinosaur exhibit at the Children’s Museum of Indianapolis, which features a good deal of dinosaur skeletons (real and fabricated). It’s not the wooly Mammoth from Southern Indiana that impresses him as much as the display of two Tyrannosaurs attacking/being attacked by a Triceratops. This prompts interesting thoughts such as:
DINO: Mommy, the triceratops is MEAN.
ME: Why is that?
DINO: He was attacking the meateaters!
Somehow I’ve never seen it from that point of view.
DINO: Mommy, we’re going to plant one plant tree for the Tyrannosaurus. That way he can eat at least ONE plant.
Nice to add some vegetable to the Lizard King’s diet.
ME, speaking to Haus Meister about the day: ‘And then Dino tells me, “Mommy, when I grow up, I’m going to turn into a dinosaur and then die and turn into bones.”
HAUS MEISTER: Son, we need to work on your ambitions here.