Today I was making lunch when Beaver started calling to me. "Mommy! Come in the living room and see the dinosaur bone!" Being the attentive parent that I am, I responded, "Okay, I'm coming." and then went right on with what I was doing in the kitchen. He continued calling, and I told him I would come as soon as I got his lunch ready. I asked him to bring the dinosaur bone to me, but he said he couldn't. I had to come see it in the living room. After some minutes, I reached a stopping point and went into the living room. This is what I found:
Had I known there was an actual dinosaur bone on the living room rug, maybe I would have hurried a little faster.
I never before realized how cute a dinosaur bone could be.