Every Saturday, we all head out to a local park to attend Stroller Strides, a mom & baby fitness class, although Daddys are welcome (and free on Saturdays!). We sing songs like "Row Row Row Your Boat" to entertain the kids while getting our butts kicked by lunges, squats, sprints, etc.
Anyhoo, we end class at a playground, where the kids burn off some energy while the parents finish up with abs and stretching. Every Saturday without fail, Jacob spends an obligatory five minutes at the playground before getting down to business: looking for dinosaurs.
There is a small wooded area right next to the playground, and it is prime dino hunting ground. First, Jacob enters the woods and sings, “Dinosaur. . .where ARE you?” Next, he looks for some sticks, maybe to help him corral the dinosaurs when he gets them?
Sometimes, he tires of the hunt, and decides to become Max from Where the Wild Things Are, which he indicates by ceremoniously tapping the tree and declaring, “Rumpus, Start!”
For the most part, though, it’s all about the dinosaurs. Just once, I’d love to see a brontosaurus show up, just walking along through the woods of Northern California. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?
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