As men age, they forget half of what they know but claim to be experts on every subject. Though he is early in his cartoon-watching years, I fear that our 4-year-old, Clane, fancies himself an expert on more topics than his 75-year-old grandfather.
The boys found a small animal skull in our back yard yesterday. It was clearly the remains of a field mouse. Clane went ballistic when he heard my conclusion. He was 100% certain that the skull belonged to a small dinosaur called the gabadasauraus or some such thing.
He rattled off the creature’s dietary habits, physical strengths and weaknesses, natural predators and a long list of fun facts I didn’t bother listening to.
This morning, we caught two animals in live traps around our chicken coup. One was an opossum and the other a racoon. Clane swore that we had trapped a badger and a mole. Anyone who said otherwise would face his wrath.
The only silver lining to the debate was that it distracted Clane from his normal morning rants on Obamacare and long-hairs.