Our Dinner With T-Rex.

Posted on
Feb 18, 2015
 
Posted in: Random Musings

“Jack, look! A lizard! What should we name him?”

“T-Rex.”

His answer was so brilliant, I was stunned for a second. At the time, he wasn’t even 3.

 

Doesn’t he look like a little maestro here?

“That,” I finally said, “is a great name.”

Our dinner.

 

Every time we sat outside for our dinner, T-Rex came out in search of his. We would wait with bated breath as he’d slowly move toward an insect that was at least as long as one of his legs. He’d stay perfectly still for a moment, and then he’d pounce.

The approach.

 

Whenever he was successful (which was nearly always) we’d erupt into applause. Dinner and a show.

Hard to make out, but this was, in fact, a pivotal scene.

 

“Good job, T-Rex!” Jack shouted.

Yes. And good job, Jack.

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