An outstretched arm and a little hand waving frantically in the air. I quickly reach my arm around and gently put his arm down. “But Mom I know the answer, I know what the fossils are.” I thought to myself he’s right, we’d been here before and he may very well remember what they were. “Ok buddy, go ahead.”
So the tour guide calls on Z man to answer what he thinks the fossilized formations on the ceiling of the cave are and he very proudly says “Dinosaur Poop.” Much to the delight of his classmates the giggles echo of the walls and even the parent helpers are chuckling. My face is bright red and buried in my hands, only my son could come up with that. I can’t really criticize him, it does sort of look like poop and he did patiently wait to be called on.
I had volunteered to help drive the boys and their classmates on their trip to Wonder World (The Caves of Sonora kick booty compared, but they are formed completely different) yesterday morning. The children really were well behaved but I had to wonder how many repeat parent volunteers they had. Apparently it’s not a problem. The children know to stick with their driver and to listen at all times and it seemed to work out really well, I even shared my lunch with a little boy who had forgotten his lunch. 🙂
Lastly, out of curiousity I “googled” dinosaur poop, and yes it actually exists. Seems it’s something of a collectors item. It’s proper term is Dinosaur Coprolite. Yeah, no matter how you name it, it’s still the same thing and comes from the same place. By the way, the fossils in the cave looked NOTHING like this. They were actually fossilized trails from Crustacean era clams or mussels….
An outstretched arm and a little hand waving frantically in the air. I quickly reach my arm around and gently put his arm down. “But Mom I know the answer, I know what the fossils are.” I thought to myself he’s right, we’d been here before and he may very well remember what they were. “Ok buddy, go ahead.”
So the tour guide calls on Z man to answer what he thinks the fossilized formations on the ceiling of the cave are and he very proudly says “Dinosaur Poop.” Much to the delight of his classmates the giggles echo of the walls and even the parent helpers are chuckling. My face is bright red and buried in my hands, only my son could come up with that. I can’t really criticize him, it does sort of look like poop and he did patiently wait to be called on.
I had volunteered to help drive the boys and their classmates on their trip to Wonder World (The Caves of Sonora kick booty compared, but they are formed completely different) yesterday morning. The children really were well behaved but I had to wonder how many repeat parent volunteers they had. Apparently it’s not a problem. The children know to stick with their driver and to listen at all times and it seemed to work out really well, I even shared my lunch with a little boy who had forgotten his lunch. 🙂
Lastly, out of curiousity I “googled” dinosaur poop, and yes it actually exists. Seems it’s something of a collectors item. It’s proper term is Dinosaur Coprolite. Yeah, no matter how you name it, it’s still the same thing and comes from the same place. By the way, the fossils in the cave looked NOTHING like this. They were actually fossilized trails from Crustacean era clams or mussels….
