Harts Pass No. 334

Surely I'm not the first to equate our President pro-tempore (as in "one who serves in the absence of someone superior) with a T. Rex, but the tiny hands and irrational and tempormental lashing about are too hard to pass up. 

Recounted here through the words of a young kit reading aloud from her dino book before bed... its the allegorical nature of the beast that is giving us parental types many nightmares indeed!

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