As anyone who is a regular reader here has probably already figured out, we are a little outside of the range of normal is many aspects. By we, I mean us, my family and myself. We spend most of our holidays traveling from one grandparents’ house to the next, or at least we have up to this point in our lives as a family. I think next year we might be starting new traditions that include a lot of staying home and inviting grandparents to come to us. While this is the holiday tradition (all the traveling back and forth) that is pretty typical for most U.S. families, we have another tradition I would like to share. We don’t have an elf on a shelf; we have dinosaurs causing trouble.
Every year, beginning sometime in December, my daughter Eva’s plastic dinosaurs come to life. They have a mind of their own, and they are always causing trouble. She wakes up on random days in December to find that her dinosaurs were up to no good while we slept the night away. Last year, I distinctly remember the dinosaurs got in our fridge and pulled out some veggies and some lunch meat. They made a mess with the food! Luckily, they remembered to shut the fridge at least. A few days after that, Eva woke up to find that they had been taking a bubble bath in the bathroom sink. There was water and bubbles everywhere, and one dinosaur was wrapped in toilet paper. Another was suspended by the toilet paper, while yet another had obviously thoroughly enjoyed himself while shredding a few squares of the TP. Their mischief continued throughout the month, the pinnacle of their mischief occurring on Christmas eve. Eva woke up to find that the dinosaurs had partially opened one of her Christmas presents, and that her T-rex had tried eating some of the tree ornaments.
This year, the mischief has just begun. I just happened to notice some mischief had occurred as I was getting ready for bed. In Eva’s play room, I found quite a mess.
I’m sure Eva will give them a stern talking-to when she wakes up in the morning, as is tradition. She gets very frustrated with their inability to clean up after themselves!
As much as I would love to say I’m this creative to have thought of this on my own, I’m not. I originally read a blog about another set of parents with some very naughty dinosaurs. You can read that blog here. My favorite picture of Refe’s (the author of the post I just linked) is the picture of the dinosaurs taking a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle hostage and making him sweat.