"Sure, Jane, it's my pet dinosaur. It's very nice. It won't hurt you."
"But it will roar."
"Roar?"
"Yes, it will roar in my face. And it will meow because it is a kitty."
Our conversation went on and on. Parker woke up as well, so I was patiently, gently, delicately trying to get the babies to just GO TO SLEEP. I was not successful for over an hour.
This morning, somehow, we all were laying in my bed goofing off (except Jason, of course, who is suddenly too cool.) I recounted the dinosaur story to Hattie, and she devuded to ask Jane.
"Janey, did you see a dinosaur?"
"Yes."
"Where was it?"
"It was in your room! But it was really a hanger, in the morningtime."
Now, this story probably doesn't translate well to print, but it was immensely ammusing at the time. I couldn't stop laughing. My smart little Janey is so much fun!