“Man, I so sick of dinosaurs. They wasn't extinct, I'd go out an' kill 'em myself.” ~Lawrence Block
Alex: Quick, quick, we gotta hide. A stegosaurus is coming! Me: Really? Where is it? Alex: Oh, that's not a stegosaurus, that's Doggie. Me: What a relief!
Alex: Mommy, there's a stegosaurus under my bed!! Me: I can say with reasonable certainty, there's not. Go to sleep.
Alex: Quick, quick, we gotta hide. A stegosaurus is coming! Me: If there is, in fact, a stegosaurus roaming along Mill Plain Boulevard tonight, I'm taking it's picture. Jeff: If there's a stegosaurus around here, we're taking it home. And we're not turning it in or anything like that. We're going to keep it and make a million dollars. Me: Who would you turn a stegosaurus in to? The Humane Society? Animal control? Jeff: It doesn't matter. We're not turning it in. Me: We have enough trouble picking up dog poop. You really think a stegosaurus is a good idea? Jeff: That's a good point.
Me: Quick, quick, get out of the tub. A stegosaurus is coming! Alex: No, Mommy, there's not.