B is for Brontosauras...

...but to get to that part we first have to do...

B is for bones.

Gross, disgusting, nasty, icky, giant bones.

I am running for Grandmother of the year and with the whole Bone issue I think I may win. Not sure but a good possibility.

Do you want to see the bones? They are gross. I hope you don't have an upset stomach. OK. Take a deep breath. I told you they were disgusting.

Huh?

You wonder why these disgusting bones are in my oven?

Well.....January has been Dinosaur Month at our Granddaughters preschool. Dinosaur month has involved things like finger-painting dinosaurs, reading books about them, making dinosaurs out of candy. All kinds of non-gruesome stuff.

But the first week of the month the teacher asked me if it was possible to bring in some bones to use for a dinosaur fossil hunt. So I cooked up some bone-in chicken and we carefully saved the bones.

The following week the teacher talked to me again. "We have no-one else bringing in bones...is it possible you could bring about 20 or 30 bones in?"

And me, being the perky A type said "of course, would you like different sizes of bones?" and she said "that'd be great!"

My husband and I talked and he agreed that it would be a good idea to get some giant soup bones to make the hunt exciting.

So I did.

Which is actually a whole other story but this is long enough already.

And.

Ick. I really don't want to think about the bones anymore.


First of all I wasn't sure how to get the rest of the meat and gristle off there so I tried baking them since they were too big for any pot I had.

Yea, that didn't work. Made the whole house smell disgusting.

But we baked them and baked them and the week before we were supposed to drop the bones off I made Morgan help me clean them. Well, I had her help me with the chicken bones.

And finally on Wednesday it was time to take that great big pile of bones to preschool.

I met my daughter-in-law at the elementary school to pick up the littlest sweetie.

And she had a teary, snuffly face.

While my daughter-in-law was putting Morgan in the car seat she told me that the little girl was having a bad day. She wouldn't eat her cereal. She was just crying off and on. So I climbed in the back seat with her, took her out of her car seat so I could hold her on my lap and asked her what was wrong.

She wouldn't tell me.

She did tell me, though, she did NOT want to go to preschool. She was going to my house. She was going to see "Gampa".

I told her that it was dinosaur day at school and tried to talk to her about it but she was oddly quiet all the way there.

No shouting "SLUG BUG!" No breaking of my eardrums with screams of "SCHOOL BUS! SCHOOL BUS!"

When we got to school she wanted to be carried. Which was odd for her. And hard to do while balancing a box of bones on my other hip.

And she just didn't want to go to preschool. "NO school! I want Gampa!" she cried.

Finally she consented to go with her teacher and I peeked through the window for a few minutes to make sure she was OK before I left.

Later when I came to pick her up I asked her if she had done the bone hunt.

She said, "yes" in a funny voice and then added, "Gamma, dinosaurs are dead!"

And I told her "yes, Morgan, they are extinct, but didn't we talk about that before?"

And she told me..."I scared of school. A big, big bird was going to peck me...peck me and eat me! That big bird is a Brontosauruses. But dinosaurs are dead, Gamma. Even the Brontosauruses!"

And then she put her sweet little index finger on her sweet little cheek and I could just see her mental gears trying to make sense of all this dinosaur nonsense.

"Gamma, were those big, big bones in that box from a brontosauruses?"

And I told her that brontosaures bones would be too big for us to pick up.

And she told me "That's good Gamma, cuz dem bones was disguuuussstttttiiiing!"

And that is my B post for the day - Brontosaurus, Bones and Birds ... ohhhh... and sweet, Beautiful, little girls, too!

This is linked to Alphabe-Thursday!