Animals of the future
Luke: [age 8] "I can't wait to see the animals of the future."
Me: "Animals of the future?"
Luke: "Yeah, you know, because we're always discovering new animals. Or bringing back endangered animals."
Me: "Maybe scientists -- maybe /you/ -- will find a way of recreating dinosaurs."
Luke: "That sounds dangerous. You might create it and then it eats you."
Me: "Well, you could just create baby versions at first."
Luke: "Yeah, and then carry a gun and a big harpoon."
Me: "Or just make the ones that are herbivores."
Luke: "Nah. The meat-eaters are way cooler."
Dinosaurs
Beth: [age 4, holding a book about dinosaurs] "Did you know that nobody has ever seen a real dinosaur? They all died a long time ago! All these pictures are just drawings! They don't REALLY know what color the dinosaurs were. Maybe they were white with purple stars! Maybe they had glitter all over them! Maybe they had fuzzy curly fur all over them like a pink poodle! That's what I think they looked like."
Me: "Really? You think the big scary T-Rex was pink and fuzzy and sparkly?"
Beth: "Oh yes. ESPECIALLY him!"

This isn’t my kid, but it’s funny.

“RUN! RUN!”

Fairy princess T-Rex
Luke: [age 7] "You know what? Nobody really knows what kind of skin dinosaurs had. They might have had fur. Big poofy fur."
Mom: "Or tight curly hair like a poodle."
Luke: "Oh yeah. And pink. Imagine a T-Rex with fuzzy pink poodle hair. In a dress. With a crown and a magic wand. Look at me! I'm the fairy princess T-Rex!"
Question: Time-Traveling Paleontologists?

Last year, with my help on the spelling, Luke wrote a letter to President Obama to suggest that the government should build time machines so we could send paleontologists back to study real dinosaurs. Luke helpfully drew pictures of people and dinosaurs on the back of the letter to make sure his point was clear.

We have not received a response yet. Should we write again? Is there somebody else to whom we should write? What do you think?

Beatboxing
[Scene: Luke, age 5, is making loud rhythmic noises]
Me: “What the heck is that?”
Luke: “I’m beatboxing.”
Me: “I heard the rhythm, but what’s with the growling and snorting and fists in the air?”
Luke: “I’m a beatboxing kung fu T-rex. DUH!”