Beware the vegetarian T. Rex

Our consolation prize for being too slow to catch the raspberry bush.

Overheard at a local park: The Five-Year-Old and I playing at dinosaurs out in the wild.

Mommyo: “I’m a triceratops.”

The Five-Year-Old: “OK. I’ll be a vegetarian T. Rex.”

Mommyo: “I’m hungry.”

The Five-Year-Old, enthusiastically: “Let’s get lunch!”

Mommyo: “Quick! Over there! The raspberry bush! It’s getting away!”

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