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!”


About Shala Howell

Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), my writerly self can be found blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at, or musing about books and the writing life at
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