Our Jr. paleontologist discovered an Allosaurous Skeleton yesterday — and picked it up to show it to me.
“Look Mom, it has sharp teeth, do you think you could get some gloves and scrape off the fur so we can tell what kind of skeleton it is? I think it’s from the dinosaur times, maybe it’s a baby Allosaurous.”
My response to the scientific inquiry — “Oh **** I mean yuck, put that down. Don’t ever pick up skeletons again, where did you get that?” (Under the bush in case you were wondering.) (And yes, we went in and washed our hands repeatedly with Germ X after that.)
Reminder — Matt, please do something with the Allosaurous Skeleton.
The Allosaurous Skeleton
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