Bea shuffled hesitantly up to Santa. She wouldn't sit on his lap, but consented to stand in front of him for a little tête-a-tête.
Santa: Have you been a good girl this year?
Bea: [long, awkward pause] Nooooooo. I on red.
Santa: That's okay. What do you want for Christmas?
Bea: I want a dinosaur! And a reindeer! And a ghost!
The next long, awkward pause belonged to Santa.
To his credit, he came through on all three fronts. Bea had a ghost flashlight in her stocking, a pair of reindeer slippers, and more dinosaurs than any one child needs. Oh, and a tiger that clearly really just wants to be a dinosaur. He keeps trying to hang out with the prehistoric crowd.
First order of business: A picnic. What dinosaur doesn't like gummy sharks?
Arms too short to reach the gummy deliciousness? No problem. Bea was happy to hand-feed the T.Rex.
The rest of the day (okay, who am I kidding? The rest of the holiday vacation) was one long roar-fest. I'm not sure how that child still has a voice after all the dinosaur roaring and growling she's done. At top volume, of course. Dinosaurs aren't quiet.
A few days ago, Bea acquired a remote-controlled T. Rex. He roars on his own. He walks. He scares the crap (literally) out of Folly bird. He also cheats at the dinosaur races Bea sets up. Picture all the dinosaurs (and the tiger) in a nice row. "Ready? Set? GO!" "AW! T. Rex win AGAIN!!"