My mother told me on the phone last night that my Little Lady's littlest brother has started mainlining dinosaurs, and that she's got all my old dinosaur books from the attic for him -- which is why she told me, as I have sometimes protested against her disposing of my surviving childhood possessions; I want to have a say in which kiddie gets the things I used to love.
I approve of that, though. It's the same little fellow who's into Vikings, too. He knows all the dinosaur names on his collecting cards even though he can't even read -- he's only four! He can say 'pachycephalosaurus' without batting an eyelash, while my mother had difficulties with the name when she told me. (He had been wondering why the pachycephalosaurus skull shield/bony forehead was green in one book, and red in another.)
But what is it with kids and dinosaurs? I know greater minds than mine have been pondering the question, but as he's one of ours, it gets additional significance for me.-