Boredom took over as a pregnant, tired, and borderline-annoyed mother searched for something to entertain her two young boys. Since the trio had spent most the day at home, resources were depleted, it was hot, and laundry had to be done. It was a call for drastic measures.
Which beget floating in boats with dinosaurs.
As the weary mother had planned on leaving the children to play by themselves (relax, she wants the reader to know that she does, in fact, have a windowed-door to which she would supervise while doing such household duties), she watched in wonder over their excitement, and sat in amazement over the gorgeous color of both parties' eyes.
The laundry waits. The small children laugh and giggle. The mother relaxes, for once.
The creative play continues, and apparently, the once-dinosaur-valley turned into a lake, in which the "waterfall" filled it and flooded it (or so the older of the two young boy states).
Due to the recent interest of removing diapers, the youngest of the two small boys floats his dinosaurs au natural.
The weary mother turned sentimental knowing that this perfect head of hair would soon get a trim up, and the curly locks in the back would quickly disappear.
And so the evening continued when the weary mother (who did have a small and nice break watching subjects) waved the white flag to cooking and suggested that the family of soon-to-be five head to the nearest Inn-N-Out. To which the weary wife's husband happily obliged, as well as the two small boys...
