You're a T-Rex and you're sleeping

My son has a pile of dinosaurs. He tells stories with them. These stories seem to help him process the events and conversations in his life. I hear myself in the stories, my words issuing from a plastic Allosaurus’ jaws. There are scenes from May Gibbs books with banksia men Pterodactyls wrestling Triceratops Old Man Lizard. There also appears to be some kind of Moana/Beauty and the Beast Disney mash up happening, and maybe even a trip to the Dawn Fraser baths for the Coelophysis. 

I transcribed the following narration today like a busy court room stenographer as dinosaurs tumbled across the couch and rug. 


“Good morning everyone!
I think I need to come down with you.
No you need to stay here.

Brachiosaurus there is something on my head!
My head?
Yes, your head.
That is my baby!

He started to eat, and the Triceratops started to eat plants. Munch, munch, munch. 
He started to eat a foot, but that wasn’t a plant, It. Was. A. Pterodactyl! 
I’m going to eat you. You. 
I better go find the Allosaurus. The big Allosaurus. 
He might be somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. 

Braaaa, came a loud voice. 
Why did you get under ground? said the Coelophysis.
I just like this place.
I came to rescue you. 
He pushed him into the water then jumped over the computer then floated out to sea. 

He popped up out of the green water after his swim. 
The Allosaurus stood here, the Coelophysis popped his head. 

The Troodon is coming to save us!
Allosaurus, Coelophysis climb into my claws. I’m off into my tree now. 

Daddy?
Yes sweetheart. 
You didn’t want me to come in.
Son! Son! Son! You’re in the water floating out to sea. I’m coming after you. 

He came out of the water. Son, son, son, son. 
Oh there you are son, you scared me. I didn’t know you could go over here. You need to fly over here. 

Down came a big Pterodactyl, but the Troodon couldn’t see the friend Allosaurus. He had two Allosaurus. 
He missed his friends but a big creature came sneaking in. It was the T-Rex’s baby. 
I better go back to my dad. 
You’re not an Allosaurus, you’re a T-Rex, and you’re sleeping.” 


Well there you go, the wisdom of a near 4 year old child on a Sunday morning. If times become confusing or challenging for you, in your moments of doubt and uncertainty, always remember, you’re not an Allosaurus, you’re a T-Rex, and you’re sleeping.