Reporting

Sorry for the total lack of posts recently, we left our camera at Nonni and Poppi's house at Christmas and have been pretty busy since then, what with visits from family (who didn't send us pictures of ourselves, ahem) and all.

So instead of a picture post, P-rock wants to tell you a story about a toy dinosaur. I'll transcribe it faithfully, good little Verbatim Reporter that I am:

"We have a little dinosaur. And it erupted with a explosion. It is growing and growing and growing now, and it's going to be its normal size for three days. And it is a - I LIKE it. That's all it."

"Mooom, why did you write 'that's all it'. I was saying 'that's all it' to YOU. What are you saying, MOM??"

"This dinosaur can eat the water under water. And it comes to life some day. And it might die wif bones in its body. And it... can swoop down on really big trees. That's all it."

"Why did you not type 'mommy', cause I said 'mommy'. That's all it, mommy."