Austin, who is my son AND who loves dinosaurs, would be so jealous of this three year old. I say would, because I am not even sure if I should tell him about this. His little heart and soul may overflow with so much jealousy, he may never eat lunch at school again. Because of all the jealousy that overflowed and perhaps is now living in his stomach. I think it could happen.

Can you imagine the pure joy of a little kid finding a wooly mammoth tooth in the back yard while chasing squirrels? Can you even imagine chasing squirrels? Well, I for one can't and that's mostly because when I was young, my mother taught me to be very afraid of squirrels. The exact details are too embarrassing for me to tell, but I for some reason have combined my fear of squirrels memories with my fear of Jehovah's Wittnesses knocking on our front door, very frequently on Saturdays. When this happened, my mom would have us lie down on our stomachs in the living room so when the nice Jehovah's Wittness lady inevitably squished her face up against the windows on our first floor, she wouldn't see anybody in the house and then hopefully she would move on to another of our neighbors.

I really can't say I blame my mom for taking such drastic action in order to avoid having to spend a long time explaining to very sincere people why she did not need to drop everything she was doing and follow their god down the street, ringing doorbells and passing out a lot of flyers. She has her own god and as it is, this particular Roman Catholic one keeps her busy enough, what with the lighting candels and praying for the eternal souls of her wayward children.

But why we would run inside and lie down on the floor when we saw a squirrel.....

Maybe Patrick or Katie can write in to clear this up. Or maybe mom. Mom? are you out there?