Our New Favorite Word

This morning Theo was trying to tell me about his plastic T-Rex when he pointed very seriously at it and declared, ‘Die-no-soar!’ Not dinosaur. Die-no-soar. Like he was announcing the name of some ancient kingdom he’d just discovered.

Our New Favorite Word

I tried to correct him once. ONCE. He looked at me like I was the one who clearly didn’t understand paleontology and repeated it even more emphatically. ‘DIE-NO-SOAR, Mama!’ Okay, buddy. You win.

Marcus came downstairs and asked what we were talking about, and now we’re all saying it. Sophie thinks it’s hilarious. Even Biscuit seems to recognize the word because he comes running whenever Theo starts his die-no-soar lectures. Which happen approximately every fifteen minutes.

I have a feeling this one’s going to stick around for a while. Along with his collection of plastic die-no-soars that are currently taking over the living room.