- 6 and a half years.
Saturday morning as Mommy bought the groceries at Kroger, I stayed home with you and your sister, letting you pick something to watch on Netflix until Mommy got back.
We scrolled through the “Because You Watched Jurassic Park” suggestions and came across a seemingly appropriate selection: Dinotasia. As opposed to being a movie like you’re used to watching, it’s more of a documentary that shows what life was like for dinosaurs, featuring CGI cartoons, as opposed to interviews with paleontologists.
So I explained that to you before I clicked play, “This is a dinosaur documentary.”
As I assume all Kindergarten boys are, you are thoroughly obsessed with dinosaurs with the same degree of passion as you are with Pokemon characters.
Every night before bed, I read to you from your giant Dinosaurs book, as you learn the names and unique features of each dinosaur.
So by watching Dinotasia, you were able to correctly shout out, “Hey Daddy, that’s a Pachycephalosaurus!”
I know I’ve said this a lot before, but you really are a smart kid.
We were able to finish the documentary before Mommy got back with the groceries. And of course, you bombarded her when she came through the door, as you told her all about the dinosaur documentary we had just watched.
Then the next morning on Sunday, you woke up early to watch Dinotasia, a 2nd time; this time with Mommy.
Later that day, as we were leaving from church, Mommy asked you what you did in your group class, which includes some kids that are a bit older than you.
“I told them about the dinosaur documentary, Dinotasia. There was this older girl who thought I was only 3 years old and she didn’t think a 3 year-old could watch a documentary, but I told her I am in Kindergarten.”
We typically talk about what we value. You obviously value Dinotasia. I like having a son who proudly watches dinosaur documentaries.