We live near one of the most amazing places on earth, the Royal Tyrrell Museum of Palaeontology. We’re at the Tyrrell almost every month. By the time Cinder was three, he could identify almost any dinosaur. Flora still thinks she might want to be a palaeontologist when she grows up. And here is Ender, who paid his first visit to the museum when he was six weeks old, and has spent the first three years of his life in a house full of dinosaur books, puzzles, and videos:
Ender to volunteer at Tyrrell Museum: “I like your dragons.”
Volunteer: “They’re dinosaurs.”
Ender: “I call them dragons, because that’s a cooler name. Where your dragons with wings?”
Volunteer: “Um… like the flying reptiles?”
Ender: “No, like my Lego dragon that blows fire.”
Volunteer: “Um… Would you like to hold some fossilized dino poop?”
Ender: “Yuck. No. I want to see real dragons, with wings. Blowing fire. Where are they?”
Ender, one year ago: A Bear By Any Other Name
Ender, two years ago: Matchmaking
This weekend I’m hopping here:
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Out of the mouths of Babes. So funny and totally sounds like something one of my own kids would say!!
His elder siblings were mortified. 😛
My oldest would be in heaven there! Dragons/Dinosaurs…they’re all just large scaley things.
My kids would love that place, too.
That is hilarious!!
It’s important to know what you want in life. If it’s flying, fire-breathing dragons, all the better! Great post.
This is so cute! Who wouldn’t rather see a fire- breathing dragon over some old, fossilized dino poop? Funny blog post!
Awesome to live so close to such a great museum. We haunt the museums in these parts… sometimes scare the voluneers as well. That is too funny!
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