Notes from my living room.

So, this week, R has been attending "Dinosaur Camp" at the day camp he's been going to all summer. (Lessons for next year - the special interest camps are worth the extra $$. First day, he comes sprinting out to the car, "Mommy, Dinosaur Camp is so. much. fun!)

The first day he says to me, "Mommy, I wonder if they'll have a time machine!"

To which I respond, "Maybe sweetheart. If they do, just remember one rule: Don't step on any butterflies."