a lesson

Working industriously on another project, the five year old was sitting on the floor amid some drawings of dinosaur bones she'd made that she was gluing together according to a grand plan. I looked down among the various parts and recognized the fossilized head of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Kicking it into supportive mommy mode, I said, "Nice T Rex, sweetie. I like the way you're putting it all together like the dinosaur scientists at the museum."

Pausing just long enough to glance up at me with a look that indicated serious doubts about my education, she said, "Mom, this is Archaeopteryx. T Rex doesn't have wings. "

Right, wings. Ar-kay...how'd you say that again?