"Dinosaurs eat spaghetti and meatballs," Violet announced when we were about to eat that same meal.
"Did they," I asked.
"Yep," she confirmed.
"Who made spaghetti and meatballs for the dinosaurs?" I wondered.
Violet told me, "Momma."
"Ah," I said.
"I'm a dinosaur," she said and dove into her meatballs.
Later, Violet dropped a piece of spaghetti on the table. "Look, it's a spaghetti snake," she told us.
She twisted it a teardrop shape. "The spaghetti snake looks like a leaf. But it's a carrot." She moved it again and said, "The carrot comes apart."
She looked down at the spaghetti snake and said, "He's dirty," noticing that it was covered in sauce.
Sometimes dinner with a dinosaur can be entertaining.
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