So, eons ago, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, we dug some dinosaurs in our dining room. Really, I think it was two weeks ago. But who can remember. Anyway, it was a rainy, at home kind of day and we were a bit bored, so I pulled out this kit I had gotten at a book party. It was a chisel, a hammer, a brush, goggles, and a plastic stegosaurus skeleton in plaster. And we DUG away.
Feline supervision required.
We were INTENSE diggers.


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It took about 45 minutes and we got all the bones out. Daddy helpfully assembled the skeleton for us. And TA DA!
We call him "Ghost of John."

You know, "Wouldn't it be chilly with NO SKIN ON?"
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