We’re going through a bit of a dinosaur awareness phase in our house at the moment. So I wasn’t overly surprised when I heard G shouting from outside the other day: ‘Daddy! I found some dinosaur bones!’
Unsurprised, but nonetheless curious. What might he consider ‘dinosaur bones’?
My curiosity turned to dread when I heard the panic in his daddy’s voice: ‘No, no, put that down by the trash can – you need to come in and wash your hands right now!’
Racking my brain, I wondered what he’d touched that could be so verboten…animal feces?
Desiccated, winterized squirrel carcass, more like.