me: (working in studio)
t.rex: (HUGE CRASH IN LIVING ROOM!)
me: Dude, what are you doing? Are you okay?
t.rex: GO 'WAY. I BUSY.
me: (runs to living room anticipating trouble)
And what do I see?
The scruffy little nerfherder pulled down every book on the kids' bookshelf.
me: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?
I WAS LOOKING FOR PING POG PIG. IT MY FABRIT BOOK.
me: Dude, it's over there on the floor, where you left it yesterday.
t.rex: OH, OKAY. I READ IT NOW. OINK OINK SNORT I LIKE TO JUMP I PING POG PIG DUKE BANG BANG I SHOOT YOU!
me: You're a violent enigma wrapped in trouble wrapped in bacon.
t.rex: READ DIS TO ME, OR I SHOOT YOU, TOO.