The Mayor is learning about dinosaurs in pre-k.
He's become a veritable font of dinosaur factoids, enthusiastically overflowing with random details.
He was unable to sit still or eat his breakfast this morning until he released the pressure mounting mightily under his dinosaur detail valve.
"Mom! Mom! Do you know what?"
"A triceratops and a velociraptor were fighting... and there was a sandstorm... and they died in the sand WHILE they were fighting!"
"Yes!!! It's the only known fossil of dinosaurs fighting! They DIED while they were FIGHTING!!"
"Oh," I noted.
[I tried to be enthusiastic.]
The Rooster, who had been quietly chewing her toast, lifted her eyes to mine.
"Do you know who won that fight, Mama?"
"No, Rooster. Who won?"
"The sandstorm," she said sardonically and returned to the business of eating her toast.