Invasion of the Dinosaurs

Ever get the feeling that someone's watching you? My sister and I used to get that feeling when our bedroom was plastered floor to ceiling with Spandau Ballet and Duran Duran posters. So much so that we used to joke that maybe we shouldn't be getting dressed in the bedroom (as if!!). Fast forward to today -- I still feel like I'm being watched. And no, there are no posters of David Beckham and Hugh Jackman in our bedroom (I don't think my husband will approve). Instead, our bedroom is chockful of miniature dinosaurs. You name it, Joshua probably has it.

There are the little buggers. There's a whole range of them -- T-rexes of different sizes, an ultrasaurus (or a long neck to those who watch Land Before Time), stegosauruses, triceratops and even a large Godzilla thrown in.

Sometimes, when everyone's asleep and it's really dark (with a little thunder and lightning thrown in), I torture myself by thinking of really scary things. One of the scenarios is me and the kids surrounded by roaring miniature dinosaurs bent on revenge for all the times Joshua hurled them over the stairs or pretended to drown them in the bathtub. Yup, I've seen all those Chuckie movies -- and that's partly the reason why I think dolls are creepy.

Weird imaginations notwithstanding, I know we're stuck with the critters for the time being. Or until Joshua outgrows his fascination. In the meantime, I wonder where I can get a man-sized poster of David Beckham?? (Just kidding Jun!! You know you're the only one for me. He he)