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Doubt grows with knowledge.


Cricket season is over, the flowers are wilting, and Henry has discovered the world of dinosaurs!

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Roddy said…
What preponderance have you put before Henry that has him so absorbed in thought. Perchance he is contemplating a whitewash of the Ashes series. The perfect finish to our cricketing summer.
Sue said…
Dinosaurs! Fabulous! Until Cody grew utterly enamoured of them I thought they were just...dinosaurs!

Who knew that there were kingdoms, phylum,subphylum,classes,
subclasses,infraclasses,
herbivorous,carnivorous,bipedal,
quadrupedal.
Did you know Paleontologists have identified over 500 distinct genera and more than 1,000 different species of dinosaur, and remains have been found on every continent on Earth???

Gotta love the dinosaurs!
JuJu Mountain said…
He's gonna go on and on and on and on and on about them now.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, dinosaurs.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I like the Shagasaurus Rex.
Kris McCracken said…
J, he goes on and on and on and on and on and on as a general rule.
Sue said…
Kris...I was once quite a fan of them myself!!??!!
Roddy said…
Plotting their return in some DNA enriching experiment no doubt. The clone of the dinosaurs.
There could be a future for some other now extinct species.

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