It was a pretty low key weekend around here with the only real activity being lawn work. Yup, you northern folk should count your blessings. We trimmed a some trees, picked lots of weeds, and had to cut the grass in the backyard which was starting to get out of control. By the time it was all over we ended up filling up seven thirty gallon lawn bags with lawn waste. Alex was particularly excited about the weed pulling before it all started but when he got out there he was all about the tree trimming. He loves using the tree clippers.

The other day Alex was talking about dinosaurs. What am I saying, he’s always talking about dinosaurs and if it isn’t dinosaurs the conversation seems to end up with “poop.” He’s definitely a boy.

So back to the other day. We were walking upstairs when he says to me.

“Dad, we know what the dinosaurs ate because we can look at poop fossils.”

Nothing like combining two of two of your favorite things into one sentence and what seems to happen more and more I’m just left standing there not quite knowing what to say. The best I could come up with was “Yes, that’s right son, we can look at the poop fossils to figure out what the dinosaurs ate.”