With the wee man strapped to my back like some primate we dodged past the many children that swarmed round the place, hyperactive and loud. The parents probably regretting loading their children up with too much sugar had let them loose on the general public hoping they would use up all that lovely refined energy before home time. I wonder how far they would fly if you stuck out a nonchalant leg, no one would know it's a pretty dark place. No, shouldn't be mean one of the little buggers would probably kick me in retaliation The dinosaur section seemed the busiest bit with little children tediously shouting away but there looming out of the darkness was the fantastic T-Rex, how exciting. The wee man didn't seem at all interested instead fixated on the giant TV screen next to us. Product of our generation me thinks. It made me happy none-the-less. There's that six year old boy again.
So after a while seeing dead things and stuffed things and really really scary things we all returned home tired out by our family outing. The wee man even managed to bag a toy dinosaur for himself which I may or may not spend my time playing with, I mean he's too young for it, right? And it would only seem right to play with it. RUAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH GRRRRRRRRRR RUAAAAAAAHHHHH!