It's gotten to the point where I can't really remember a life before dinosaurs.
Max lives and breathes sharp teeth and plant eaters. In the morning, he asks if he can wear his dinosaur shirt and demands that Henry wear his dinosaur pajamas. He watches shows about dinosaurs. He reads books about them and colors their pictures during quiet time. He learns to count with dinosaurs. He takes baths with them. He has epic dinosaur battles that start in the kitchen and end underneath a window. There's no other way to say it- the boy loves dinosaurs. And this afternoon? My little dinosaur lover found some unused stickers in one of his coloring books and, for the next ten or fifteen minutes, we peeled those stickers off the pages and decorated his entire body with dinosaur stickers.
Cause, really, is there anything better than a dinosaur sticker when you're two years old?
I'm thinking no.