While giving my son a bath last night, I learned that not only were triceratops carnivorous, but they could get very, very hungry. I witnessed a triceratops single-handedly eat a ankylosaur, an archaeopteryx, and a velociraptor. Surprisingly, the velociraptor didn’t put up much of a fight.
I have also learned that bears love string cheese and juice boxes.
Oh yeah, ankylosaurs are chewy, too.
I’m just surprised that he was able to catch an archaeopteryx. I’ve always found them elusive.
Just for fun, how’s your son’s pronunciation of these names?
Right now they all fall under the blanket label of “Di-di-daurs”.
He also taught his teacher where Venus was last week. Of course, she wanted me to explain why he was saying "bye-bye, [certain part of the male anatomy], when she was bringing him and his classmates inside as the sun was going down. Once that was explained, she understood why he was pointing to the northwest saying “Bye-bye, Mars!”
Also, the implied question in past one was what interesting things have you learned from your kids.
I learned this from my almost-4-y.o. boy that when putting together a cube made out of all blue Magnetix. He ran out of blue pieces, so I suggested he use a red one for the final piece, and that it would be kind of like “art”.
He said, very matter-of-factly: “No, that’s not art.”
I learned about the First Thanksgiving last week. In great detail. Repeatedly. For what seemed like an hour.
He learned about at kindergarten, and I was impressed that he was able to pronounce Wampanoag (who, as it turned out, taught the Pilgrims to put a fish in the soil to make it rich).
I learned what a bad driver I was.
“Dad, that sign says stop and you didn’t stop”
“Dad, the speed sign say 55 and your car says 65”
“Dad, you didn’t turn the dinka thing (turn signal) on when you turned”
I get that, too. Especially since my new car has really big, easy to read from the backseat gauges.
I also learned that I have to watch my alcohol consumption. Yesterday, at the baseball season end picnic, I was holding a frosty brew. My daughter came up to me:
The Girl: Daddy, how many beers have you had?
Shibb: Two.
TG: Is that the second one there, or did you already have two?
S: I’m holding this one for your mother. Why do you ask?
TG: Just checking.
I was told “Dad, did you know that dinosaurs have good manners? Just the plant-eating ones, though, not the meat-eaters.”