When We Were Dinosaurs
It can be hard following the thread of Robin’s conversation sometimes, but every so often he comes up with something that’s lovely. Today on our walk home from school I think he invented the concept of reincarnation:
Robin: “Zombies were real when we were dinosaurs, did you know that?”
Me: “Those are two things that are fun to tell stories about, so a dinosaur story with zombies in it would be pretty cool!”
Robin: “No! Dinosaurs are real!”
Me: “They were real, yeah. There aren’t any dinosaurs any more. And zombies are just a story.”
Robin: (growing frustrated at my inability to understand): “No, when we were dinosaurs, zombies were real. I was a baby tyrannosaurus, did you know that?”
Me: “I did not know that. What was I?”
Robin: “Well, you were my mama, so you were a mama tyrannosaurus.”
Me: “That’s cool.”
Robin: “But I still liked ankylosaurus.”
Me: “Ankylosaurus is your favorite.”
Robin: “Right! And then a ball hit us and we died. And then we were birds, but we still loved each other. And then we were born into the real world!”
January 16th, 2014 at 3:14 am
It’s a neat twist on reincarnation, in fact – the idea that characters from stories can reincarnate in the real world. I wonder if it works the other way around, too? If so, I might come back as a story next time. I think even atheists are probably allowed to do that. 😉
January 16th, 2014 at 6:31 am
This is proof that humans are capable of reconciling reincarnation with evolution. So sweet and characteristic of Robin that love is the key.
January 16th, 2014 at 8:08 am
You were a mama tyrannosaurus!
<3 <3 <3