Atomictumor

Of late, our 4 year old, Pigpen (whom GAC is lobbying to rename “Mr. Masher”, which does have some merit), has been channeling another personality.

You see, he REALLY likes dinosaurs.

So much so, that it appears that he has channelled the spirit of Ping Ping, a T-Rex from (what we would guess to be) the late Cretaceous Era, who enjoys talking in a dinosaur voice, stomping, and occasionally roaring. Theres also the subtle dinosaur whisper, but we’re not sure exactly what kind of communication it is. We assume that it was an evolutionary sidetrack.

Interestingly enough, when the person unfamilar with Ping Ping enquires as to why the lad is going around with two fingers poking out of his fist, he replies (in dino voice, naturally):

“These are my little arms.
I have a tail growing out of my butt.
My eyes are glinting.
My teeth are sharp.
I have horns here and here. (points to the horns that T-Rexs have on their legs, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that 100 years of archeology and dinosaur study are totally clueless as to the true skeleton structure of the fearsome Tyrannosaurus Rex)
My name is Ping Ping the T-Rex.
I am a woman T-Rex.
Rarrrrrrr.”

Yeah, I’m not sure where it comes from either.

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