“Man, I so sick of dinosaurs. They wasn't extinct, I'd go out an' kill 'em myself.” ~Lawrence BlockAlex: 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.
