Well, fifth grade, if I could have any pet...

Years ago, before Noah and the ark and all that jazz, beautiful creatures roamed the earth. Majestic, regal, friends to all. DINOSAURS. Why the ark was not accommodated to fit their massive size will always be a mystery and tragedy to me.  The cute little guys who would have been the beloved pets milling around my backyard are now just dust and bones, and for that, I am saddened.

And because they're simply a distant memory, we really have pretty free creative rein in their depictions.  My triceratops is yellow with multi-colored spots and toenails, my stegosaurus has rainbow spikes.  See how much fun dinos can be!

There are several good tributes to the late dinosaur race.  Jurassic Park, though I was always too scared to properly enjoy it, is classic, and Little Foot, Petri, Sara, and the gang from Land Before Time never fails to melt hearts. Then there's the dino ramp at the science museum, the coloring book I got Kristen for Christmas, and, of course, my very own patented Prehistoric Pancakes. So delicious you'll roar with delight;)

I just want to ride one mainly. Walk with a brontosaurus, sprint with a raptor, go for a quick fly with a pterodactyl. What if one lived down the street from me? Automatic best friends, I tell you. We'd understand each other, no doubt.

My favorite dinosaur, you ask? Well, that one's easy.  The pterodactyl, naturally.  Why? Cause it starts with a p, but it sounds like a t! At least that's what I tell everyone at scales.