She went for the triceratops, and gave me the stegosaurus.
The digging itself was a little tougher than expected, and a little more time-intensive than Z. planned for. I helped her out with hers, however, and she kept up like a trooper, coughing and all. I explained that this is what
paleotheist does for a living; Z. noted that lemonruss wasn't as big as a dinosaur.She insisted on wearing a dress today. And when that dress got dusty from the digging, she changed into another dress. I at least convinced her not to wear one of her nice velvety ones.
So, dig complete. I washed the bones when we were done, since I happen to have things for washing tiny plastic pieces around the house. It's how I roll. Hopefully we'll be able to assemble them this afternoon.
Z. adds, after I read out this post to her: "Christmas cat. Kira friends." No, I don't know why.
