Claire The Paleontologist
C: “Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a paleontologistic.”
M: “A PALEONTOLOGIST, really, why?”
Sand Box
C: “Seriously mom? They dig in the sand all day looking for DINOSAUR BONES! I saw it on TV. That must be the coolest job ever. And you know what? You can travel with me all over the world, and while I play, I mean, work in the sand, you’ll be reading your book on a little shade just like you do when you take me to the park.”
M: “I don’t know. Are you going to pay for my airplane tickets and all?”
C: “Of course mommy, I’ll be a famous paleontological explorer, and I’ll be rich and famous. And you can write stories about all the places we visit together.”
M: “I’d like that.”
Paleontologists on The Field
M: “Here, sign this.”
C: “What’s that mom?”
M: “It’s a contract, in case you become a famous paleontologist and forget all about this conversation.”