James loves dinosaurs, or "saurs" as he calls them. He has dinosaur books and dinosaur jammies, and he delights in pointing out the "saurs" on his shoes. I thought it would be neat to show him the big, red, roaring dinosaur they have on display at Target.
Apparently seeing something that is your size roaring and stomping around is pretty scary. Even scarier than that is showing him a small, molded plastic dinosaur that neither roars nor moves as an effort at demonstrating that not all dinosaurs are scary. That sent James into such a terror that people actually came from the next aisles over to look at me and see what I had done to my child, because surely only a child that is actively being abused cries like that. I told James I was sorry and carried him around a bit, but I may have gotten him off the dinosaur kick. I also managed to thoroughly terrify him of going down any aisle in the toy department. Oops. Well, you live, you learn.
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