Aaron is standing on Luke's desk with Rexy, his T-Rex skeleton, "eating" a stegasaurus model he made with Momma. He's young enough that he admitted what he's doing when I called down to him, but it was pretty obvious anyway because of the sound effects he's making and the rattle from Luke's medals on the desk each time Aaron shifts his weight.

I told Luke what Aaron is doing, and Luke did a perfect imitation of me, with eye rolling and shaking his head.

Aaron has had a dramatic week. When I snuggled with him at bedtime last night, he told me:
"I fell off the bridge" (true, but just the little one over the stream behind our house)
"I fell off the wall" (also true, riding a bike at the end of our driveway over a 3 foot drop into the weeds)
"The bike fell on top of me" (true)
"Daddy got it off" (thank heavens)

He can also give a good catalogue of his boo-boos, but at this point they are healed because they were little to start with.