I dragged myself and Grasshopper to the grocery store yesterday, in spite of feeling like I might just be at death's door (okay, not really, but colds still SUCK) and as I wandered the produce department, Grasshopper suddenly yelped, "Dinosaur, Mommy! DINOSAUR!!!!!"
I looked around, expecting to see a dinosaur balloon or perhaps another child wearing a dino t-shirt, but saw nothing. Then, I realized that he was pointing at a display of fruit. On closer inspection, they were Dinosaur Egg pluots and each one had a teensy tiny sticker with a green brontosaurus on it.
"These are called Dinosaur Egg Pluots, buddy. Would you like some?"
"Yes! Them like apples."
"Well, they're red and they are fruit, but they're more like plums than apples. You like plums!"
"Yes! I want dem."
"Okay, we'll get a couple."
I begin sorting through the pile of fruit to find some that are ripe, but not too ripe, and with no obvious bruises.
Grasshopper is prattling on, and I'm listening with half an ear, until...
"Mommy! Give dem to me! I need to sit on dem!"
"Grasshopper, why in the world are you going to sit on our fruit?"
"So dey will hatch Mommy! I gonna hatch my dinosaur eggs!"
I am trying so very hard not to laugh in his earnest little face.
"Oh, well, see these just LOOK like dinosaur eggs, Sweetheart. They don't have baby dinosaurs in them, just fruit."
Grasshopper's bottom lip sticks out farther than I think I've ever seen and he announces, "Dat. Not. FAIR."
And he's absolutely right.