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!”
What are you thinking?