Last night... I walked into the kitchen and saw a plastic box sitting on the countertop.I didn't remember leaving it there.....I thought maybe Mr. Hero had brought leftovers home ...you know...a to-go-box or a doggie bag as we used to call it. .....so I peeked under the lid. Well.....
This is what I saw............
"Honey...did you leave a box on the kitchen counter?" I sweetly hollared at Mr. Hero."Ummm...what's in it?" He sweetly hollared back.
"Don't know....looks like bones or something." "Are they for Dodger?"
"Ahhh no...DON'T GIVE THEM TO THE DOG!"
"They're dinosaur bones!"
And there...sitting right next to the Cheerios was a box of real dinosaur bones. Well, they were the fossilized stone that's left after the bone dissenigrates. (Mr. Hero explained..not really the real bones.) Then I remembered seeing Mr. Hero talking to Mr. Dinosaur Hunter at church. It seems they were trying to figure out a way to replicate the bones/fossils. Mr. Dinosaur Hunter actually found the fossils just north of town. He finds lots and lots of fossils and is very well versed on dinosaurs. He gives talks to the school kids and wanted some replicas to hand out.I was just glad they were't leftovers...
Well technically they were.......
The Fred Flinstone kind!
(Music swells in the background...Meet the Flinstones...the modern stone age family!)
Sorry Dodger....Want some Cheerios?
What's On Your Kitchen Countertop?
Have a Yabba Dabba Do Day!
Patti
