One morning last week, at Mum's house, the girls rushed into the house and breathlessly told us that they'd found a dinosaur's bones in the garden.
Turns out that they'd found Satya. Her skull was on the picnic table.
They spent the rest of the morning running around screaming. They were playing "being chased by Satya's spirit". Rather unlikely, I though; Satya would be more likely to trying to get away from the little savages, as she did in life.
Oh, a few more photos.
Posted to Parenting by Simon Brunning at August 09, 2005 04:17 PMIt was a pretty screamy holiday one way and another. I'm glad you've captured the sound. As for poor wee Satya, three feet is obviously not deep enough, if there's going to be a cloudburst. Bear that in mind when it's my turn to go. Unless you want the girls to think my spirit is chasing them.
Posted by: Sujatin on August 9, 2005 05:54 PMWell, sounds like your little'un are quite invetive, and not at all squeamish.
They'll go far :-)
P.s. I was sure I'd've got "squeamish" wrong, but by some miracle the spell checker agrees with me. Well I never!
Posted by: Mark Matthews on August 10, 2005 09:18 AMPity you didn't manage the same feat with 'inventive', eh?
Posted by: Katherine on August 10, 2005 09:51 AMPity is wasn't a dinosaur. "Brunnosaurus" has a certain ring to it, don't you think?
Posted by: Tracey on August 11, 2005 03:02 PM