raisegoodkids

Sam has spotted some dinosaurs roaming our area recently. I have not seen them, daddy has not seen them, and great-grandma has not seen them. Actually, no one has seen these dinosaurs except for Sam.

I’m not sure where they are hiding, but I would guess they live in the woods behind our house. I need to find a way to trap these dinosaurs and then move them to a different area. They are wreaking havoc on our home!

I can’t do anything without disturbing the dinosaurs. I try picking rocks up from the front yard and I get this, “No, mom-mom, that dinosaur rock.” Okay, well, the dinosaurs need to keep the rocks out of the grass otherwise they are going to hear from daddy.

We drive down the road and any little bump we hit along the way Sam will cry out, “What that? That a dinosaur!” I’m not sure if I’m running the dinosaurs over or if they are bombing our car. I haven’t gotten the whole story of the dinosaurs on the road yet.

One of the funniest things the dinosaurs do is poop. Yep, they poop. My son has apparently been accepted into their dinosaur clan, too, because he can make dinosaur poop himself. He is so talented! It is very nice when he comes out of the bathroom and announces, in front of anyone, “I make dinosaur poop. Raaawwrrr!”

Now, though, the dinosaurs are over-stepping their bounds. Somehow they are getting into our home. They are now the culprits in the toy destruction business which has been going on at our house for several weeks already. I still have not seen these dinosaurs, so I’m guessing they are some mutant form of the previous dinosaur species. I can only figure that they are either microscopic in size or that they have some invisible super power. I guess it could also be that my mind and my eyes are just not as imaginative and creative as they used to be. Darn old age!