Hello.My name is Robyn, and my son is an addict. He is completely, totally, and utterly addicted to dinosaurs. Big ones, small ones, long ones, short ones, and especially, baby ones.
I can only blame myself I suppose. Well, myself, and of course Nigel Marvin and the BBC. Damned Chased by Dinosaurs. While I'm at it, I think I'll blame Netflix too.
Does it disturb anyone else that at not-quite 4 years old, Big Bird can pronounce words like Stenonychosaurus and Parasaurolophus ? Most adults I know can't even pronounce them. Including me.
I have been listening to dinosaur-talk for almost a month now. 14 hours a day, non-stop. He eats, sleeps, and breathes dinosaurs. And I'm about to lose my mind. Completely.
If you've ever known an almost-4-year old, you know just how much they talk. This boy can tie the topic of dinosaurs into just about anything that might come up during the day. Even, and this is probably more than any of you wanted to know..... the potty. I am not kidding. And you'll thank me for sparing you the details.
Just when I think we're in the clear, and that just maybe we've managed to move on to another topic - such as what we should eat for snack.....
"mama, the parasaurolophus likes to eat apples too. did you know that? did you mama? did you know that? mama? he uses his big teeth to crunch them up! did you know that mama? did you? mama?"
Save me. Please.
