Speed Kills
During one of my recent travels, I missed out on one of those magic parenting moments. My wife told me about it later, and it cracks me up.
My son had his toy dinosaurs all gathered together. The biggest one was laying on its side. Deceased. The others were huddled around, ready to eat. And before they started, they sang. (Actually, my son was singing for them, the Blessing Song, which sounds suspiciously like Frere Jacque.)
Re-enactment
God our Father,
We thank you,
For our food.
Bless it to our bodies,
Bless it to our bodies,
A-men, A-men.
While I’m not sure what sort of table manners the dinosaurs indeed had, my son did get one thing right: the quick and nimble survive, while the slow and lumbering become lunch.
No dinosaurs were harmed in the making of this picture
Randy Steinman wrote,
Had he prayed with them back then, chances are they would never have gone extinct.
Unfortunate timing on the dinosaur’s part.
Link | February 18th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
Rachel wrote,
Link | February 18th, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Lucretia wrote,
I happened across this photo on the blog of a friend (who knows where he got it) and it made me laugh so much that I kept a copy.
You’ll appreciate it, I’m sure - no doubt your son will grow up to!
Link | February 19th, 2008 at 12:54 am
Ike wrote,
Latest word on the Future Crowned Prince of Canadian Broadcasting is a May 2nd arrival.
And he is a boy. ALL boy to hear Randy tell it…
Link | February 19th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
Bill Sledzik wrote,
I guess it’s never to early to learn that lesson, is it Ike? It’s been 20+ years since mine were that age, but it’s nice to see the dinosaurs never go out of style!
Link | February 19th, 2008 at 5:47 pm