I’m Gonna Have A Dino-sandwich For Lunch
I work for a fast food restaurant. We aren’t very busy at this time of day, so when a man and a young girl I presume is his daughter arrive, there is only one customer in front of them. I can hear them discussing their food plans while waiting.
Man: “What do you want to eat, [Girl]?
Girl: “Dinosaur nuggets!”
The girl says this with excessive excitement. The man seems amused and approving of this response.
Man: “That’s an amazing answer! High-five.”
He gets his high-five, and a little while later he comes up to order. He gets a kid’s chicken nugget meal for the girl.
Me: “Just so you know, sir, our nuggets aren’t shaped like dinosaurs.”
Man: “Oh, thank you for the warning, but she’s fine. That’s not what she meant by dinosaur nuggets.”
Girl: “They don’t look like dinosaurs; they’re made from dinosaurs.”
I should probably mention I’ve never been good with kids. It’s not that I hate them or anything; I just never know how to respond to all the random things they say and do. I probably should just nod and not worry about what a little girl is saying, but instead, I foolishly try to correct her.
Me: “They’re actually made out of chickens.”
Girl: *Mildly exasperated* “I know! That’s the dinosaur!”
Me: “Umm… okay.”
The man has been watching with a look of amusement at this discussion but finally decides to help clarify.
Man: “She’s actually right. I was teaching this smart young lady about dinosaurs yesterday and told her that the last of the dinosaurs evolved into birds, so technically, all birds are dinosaurs. Great job, [Girl], for remembering and helping to teach others about them.”
And that’s the story of how I got schooled on dinosaurs by a kid who may or may not have been old enough to be in school herself.