It must be genetic (rawr)
I didn’t do it, promise.
My amazing-wonderful-spectacular niece spent a few days with us this weekend, and I cannot tell you how absolutely thrilled I am that she loves dinosaurs as much as she does. Completely independent of me, I might add. She hatched a dino-egg and excavated some bones with her Grandpa Mike, and we read dinosaur poems and played dinosaurs. AND I QUOTE:
“You be a T-Rex and I’ll be a triceratops that’s making a circle to protect my babies.”
MELT.
We went to the Carnegie Science Museum, baked bread, and spent some serious time on the Wii Fit’s ski jump. Katie, Nana and I also had lots of fun making some fantastic drawrings.
Best. Robot. EVER.