Dinosaurs at Dinner

[pegkerr]

A relic of Fiona's overnight sleepover party this weekend was the mini diorama of plastic dinosaurs at the dinner table beside Fiona's place setting. We sat down to eat dinner, but Fiona paid little attention to what was on her plate but instead amused herself in a sotto voce dialogue between the Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Stegosaurus.

"Fiona," I sighed after this went on for awhile, "eat your bratwurst."

Fiona looked at her plate and blinked as if failing entirely to grasp the meaning of its contents. She did not get much sleep the last two nights.

"I'm not surprised you're more interested in the dinosaurs," I added. "You're rather like a dinosaur yourself."

She gave me a skeptical look. "In what way?"

"As in brain about the size of a walnut. Not capable of much conscious thought."

Rob started to laugh.

"I'm capable of conscious thought!" she said indignantly. "It just doesn't...stick around very long." She looked around the table. "What? You're all looking at me."

"Your mom wants you to eat your bratwurst," Rob said, "and I want to eat your bratwurst if you're not going to eat it yourself."

"And I," said Delia, "am looking at you because I'm sitting on the opposite side of the table from you and facing your direction."

Comments

[matthewdaly]

Is she a fan of Firefly or is this incidental awesomeness?