And Bob…
One of the neighbors sent their teenage daughter over to borrow some salt, and while I was filling the shaker, she was talking to the Boy. She noticed his array of dinosaurs and asked if they had names. He replied…and I swear to god, these were his exact words:
“Quetzalcoatlus, Allosaurus, and Bob.”
I almost died, I laughed so hard. Bob. Ah, my kid…he’s a hoot.
And what’s so bad about “Bob”? You’re talking to the guy responsible for the formal scientific description of Barney nonsapiens imbecilis…
You need to send that boy’s $30 in, before it’s too late. Pinkness is lurking just waiting to strike.
I know, I know. He may be the youngest registered Subgenii.
(Ok, that’s probably not true. heh.)
Oh…nothing is wrong with Bob…it’s just terribly, terribly funny.
You’ve got yourself a handful of a character there.
He’s quite the little character. What amazes me is that at 2, he can pronounce dinosaur names that I have trouble getting out. I think it may be a boy thing.