Caught

Well, the Eagle hasn't landed.  Dang.  But at least I know that eagles can't fly forever.

In other news, we've been watching a lot of Dino Squad around here lately.  It's a cartoon about some teenagers who got caught in some mutant goo and now they randomly turn into AWESOME dinosaurs.  They are constantly in a battle with a guy that turns into a Velociraptor, one Mr. Velocy.  But that Mr. Velocy, he's no match for our DINO SQUAD!!! 

So now we find ourselves going around the house singing under our breath, "I'm in, I'm in, in the dino squad.  I'm in, I'm in, in the dino squad."  And you never know when a dino squad battle is going to break out.  I was trying to talk to the spouse-eagle himself on the phone this evening when dinosaurs started jumping off of my bed and running around the room in a frantic frenzy.  It's enough to make a Mom's head whirl. 

But you know, its kind of fun.  I like the excitement of an imaginary world suddenly breaking through the ground and wrapping it's green tendrils around us, pulling us closer, making us all a part of the blooming moment.  It turns out being part of a mutant gang of extinct reptiles, it ain't so bad.

Although it has been a little damaging to our theology.  Captain Kindergarten and Sidekick Sister are pretty positive that we all used to be dinosaurs.  They agree that we came from Heaven, but before that, we were dinosaurs.  And tonight Captain Kindergarten earnestly prayed, "Please bless that I can turn into a T-Rex."  I guess it's always worth asking...

I'm in, I'm in, in the dino squad.  I'm in...oh, sorry.  Is that me singing?  Ha.  Ha.  Caught.  That Dino Squad, I tell you what.