Dinosaurs- by Josiah

This month, I have discovered dinosaurs. I am so excited, I can barely contain myself...

See, dinosaurs are perfect for little 3-year old boys like me. They are loud. They are big. They break things. They make messes, and then they can say, "Hey, it was an accident, I'm a big awkward dinosaur, sometimes I can't help myself." This, in my world, is perfect. Just today I knocked over the tower Gabby was building. She cried, but I said, "Sorry Gabby, it was an accident, I was being a dinosaur." Mom thought that was "so cute" so she soothed Gabby rather than making me apologize again and give her a hug. That was pretty cool. So I tried it again. Just so you know, that really only works a few times- after try number 7 Mom said it was time to sit and do something quiet. But, hey, I still get away with it at least once a day.

I have been working really hard on my dinosaur growl. Without sounding like a braggart- it's quite good. Granted, I've never actually heard a dinosaur. But I'm thinking that if there were two things a dinosaur growl could do it would be 1) to make a little sister cry and 2) to give moms headaches. Judging by the responses in our house, I have those two criteria down pat. I can't tell you how many times a day Mom says, "Josiah, please, can we try to only be a dinosaur when we are outside?" or "Josiah, Gabby is using her words and saying 'no,' I don't think she wants to be chased by a growling dinosaur right now." If those aren't ringing indorsements of my skills, I don't know what is.

Oh, and I found this great book at the library about dinosaurs. Because they are featuring dinosaurs this month, there weren't many. But I found this wonderful 50 page reference manual with words and ideas WAY over my head. I begged Mom to get it and checked it out myself. I have NO idea what it's talking about, and I barely listen when she reads it. But it takes her, like, 30 minutes to get through it, especially because I interrupt her and describe all the pictures. Wrongly. And I use "why?" a whole lot, which seems to frustrate Mom because, well, I don't think she knows. THIS has got to be my best nap-stalling coup yet...

Overall, I'm enjoying this new phase. I've asked Mom to make me a dinosaur for Halloween. I've also asked to be a giant excavator, a back-hoe loader and a tiger. It's fun to keep her guessing...