ROAR!

My daughter loves dinosaurs. She’s nuts about them, really. The scalier, the better. And, boy, does she keep them busy. Her dinosaur collection has a full social calendar.

She arranges them for high tea.

“One lump, or two?”

She organizes dinosaur fashion shows.

“Fancy. Oh, so fancy!”

She plans family dinosaur picnics.

“Care for a cookie?”

She conducts dinosaur dance recitals.

“One, two, three…kick”

She mingles them for a nightly social hour.

“How do you do?” “Well, how do you do?”

And, she just about came unglued when her preschool began a dinosaur unit. Happy as a clam, she stuffed her backpack with her dinosaur collection, fashion accessories and all.

You can imagine my surprise when, after school, she expressed her displeasure.

“Mommy, they don’t play with dinosaurs the right way at school!”

“What do you mean?”

She then began to express her dismay with the dinosaur play she witnessed using such words as “kill”, “dead” and “roar!” She was bewildered with the boys at school as they carried on dinosaur wars and battles. My daughter claimed she tried to chime in offering up a T-Rex and a tiara, but apparently her ideas were immediately rejected.

“What’s wrong with them?” She was exasperated.

I started to explain the male, reptilian brain, but thought better of it.

“Maybe the rhinestone, dino earrings will win them over?” I suggested.

Move over, fellas. There’s room for a Princess Paleontologist in the sandbox, too.

ROOOAAAR!

Ahem, I mean, pardon me, excuse and I bid you adieu.



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