Oliver received a dinosaur egg from Santa this Christmas, which is perfect because he is absolutely obsessed with dinosaurs. He put it in water like the directions said, and then waited for days. It actually took days for this thing to hatch. But when it did, it was glorious, and he couldn't take his eyes off the foam thing. It looked like it had done all the hatching it would do, so we helped it out of its shell the rest of the way, and then wrapped it in a tiny blanket. As soon as Oliver got it in his arms he rocked it gently up and down, and softly whispered "Ssshh, it's okay baby dinosaur. It's okay." He insisted on taking it to bed with him that night because "He's just a baby." My Oliver is such a soft, nurturing soul.
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