Yes, my friends, we’re still in the dinosaur phase. Dear God, will it ever end? I’m pretty sure that this particular obsession has lasted even longer than the toilet phase. At least that one didn’t evoke continuous ROARING.
I am very likely feeding into the problem by continuing to purchase dinosaur books, toys, and what-have-you. BUT THAT’S ALL HE REQUESTED FOR CHRISTMAS.
And then I spotted this item as a possible present for Jensen’s upcoming birthday, and sent a link to Fiddledaddy (whose office is just down the hall but I’m too lazy to walk the 20 feet to visit him…I’m not above texting him either):
I received an instantaneous reply:
“absolutely not. delete and never return again to that site. Have you not yet gone completely insane from the incessant roaring? This would only serve to prolong the hell, AND he wouldn’t be able to see where he is going so he would run into things. No.Delete.”
He was evidently in a hurry to get this message to me before I ordered one that capitalization rules went out the window.
And DUH, I could totally cut eye holes out for for the child. You only turn 8 once, you know….And at least he no longer feels compelled to flush his own head down the toilet.
Tiny dinosaur baby steps. The best we can hope for, I suppose, is eventual extinction.