While putting to Caleb to bed last night he says:

Caleb: Mommy, I have a question.
Me: Ok?
Caleb: Well.... Let me think. Don't let the dinosaur come. Ok? Don't. He will beat you down.

I have no idea....

By the way, I hate coming up with titles for my posts, so I am going to do like Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman did. No titles. The first line will act as such. I am just not very creative.