After The Kidling behaved almost perfectly on our painfully long trip home from Wisconsin Dells Sunday, I decided to give her a shirt I bought forever ago and have been saving as a reward.
Seriously. Is that the best darned thing you’ve ever seen?
Just as I hoped, my little dinosaur lover was delighted. She couldn’t put it on soon enough. The pajamas came off and the shirt went on. Alice proudly declared, “This is a paleontologist shirt.”
The Mama: Better put your skirt on.
Alice: No. That’s not what paleontologists wear.
The Mama: Oh. So paleontologists just wear T. Rex shirts and underwear?
The Mama: (laughs)
Alice: Really, Mom. It’s true. That’s what paleontologists wear. Sometimes they do. Really. (thinks for a moment and rejects the skirt. Selects, instead, a pair of jeans) I want jeans. That’s what paleontologists wear. I know, because that’s what I saw Dr. Scott wear.
The Mama: (grabs a pen and piece of paper)
Alice: What are you writing? A story? Are you writing ‘paleontologists wear pants’ ?
Yes, in fact. **sigh** I can’t get anything by this kid.