God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

S the Cat (dinosaur hunter)

In the midst of our nesting, L bought some plastic dinosaurs from a couple of kids selling off their collections so they could buy their latest fave toys. Ostensibly, these dinosaurs are for when our son (yikes!) is old enough to enjoy them. For now, they entertain S the Cat.Last night we were talking about Christmas presents. L described a large plastic dinosaur he gave to his nephew a year or two ago. He says, "You know, it was a lot like the ones I have." I burst out laughing. Turns out they weren't for the baby after all. L retired to the kitchen until my giggles subsided.

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