The other day Master 3 got a wonderful present from his Grandad; a dinosaur kit where you have to build the skeleton of a T-Rex. I love gifts like this (as my long-suffering step daughters will attest) as they provide wonderful learning opportunities and special time doing something together. I was looking forward to having discussions on dinosaur anatomy (that’s the Paramedic geek in me), and was ready for his questions. We talked about the dinosaurs teeth as the build progressed, and as we reached completion he got really excited. ”Look mummy, it’s got two doodles,” he exclaimed in wonder. ”He can do two wees at the same time!” I tried to explain that it was the pelvic bone, but he wouldn’t have a bar of it and I had to concede defeat.
I’m no expert on dinosaur anatomy and physiology, so until proven otherwise, this household is going with the theory that they had two doodles. Hey maybe they did and somewhere along the evolutionary chain it was decided that one doodle was sufficient.
The theme continued when we made a diorama with the paper dinosaurs that were also in the pack – it was all about their poo and how big they would be. He even wanted me to make some brown play dough so we could make dinosaur poo. Thankfully I don’t have any brown food colouring
ps: I’ve had to use the word ‘doodle’ (well it’s what my son calls his) because I don’t actually know what the plural of penis is; I mean it’s not like I often use it in a sentence. Penises, penii, penes? Do I actually care? Do you?
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