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How did the Dinosaurs die, daddy? 
T: What are you making daddy?
Dad:
I’m making tomato omelets.
T:
Yummy! I love tomato omelets. Can I help dad?
Dad:
I’m almost done, sweetie. But, thanks for the offer.
T:
No I want to help. That’s my favorite breakfast.
Dad:
Maybe next time.
T:
Can I cut the tomatoes next time?
Dad:
NO! Of course not! You know I like my tomatoes cut a certain way.
T:
Maybe you can show me how and I will help you.
Dad:
No touching the knife – until you’re 50 years old!
Dad:
All right! I have a task for you; wash these parsleys.
T:
No thanks! I don’t want to touch the water. I want to watch you.
Dad:
Okay honey. Sit here and watch me working.
T:
Daddy, it smells great.
Dad:
Thanks, sweetie.
T:
When is it going to be ready, dad?
Dad:
Soon!
T:
How many minutes until it is ready?
Dad:
About ten minutes.
T:
What number should I count up to?
Dad:
Six hundred; but don’t count out loud – please.
T:
One alligator, Two alligators, Three alligators, Four alligators...
Dad:
Oh no!
T:
Five alligators, six …
Dad:
Let’s put the eggs in and let it simmer; let’s go and play a couple of songs for me.
T:
How many?
Dad:
Ten minutes worth of songs!
T:
I play after breakfast. Seven alligators …
Dad:
You play now honey! Let’s go.
T:
Daddy, it smells so good. You’re such a great chef. Let’s go chef Bahram!
Dad:
I love “Camel Ride”; would you play it five times in a row.
T:
Yes I would.
Dad:
Brilliant!

10 minutes later…

Dad:
Let’s go back to the kitchen. I think breakfast is ready.
T:
Yummy for my tummy!
Dad:
What would you like to drink, Juice or milk?
T:
Juice, please.
Dad:
Yes Ma’am.
T:
It smells great dad. I’m going to eat all of it.
Dad:
That would be a first! There we go; a little bit more for you.

Looks intently at her plate

Dad:
Why don’t we get started?
T:
Dad?
Dad:
Why don't I like the sound of that?
T:
I’m afraid I don’t like the look of this food.
Dad:
You don’t have to look at it if it does not look that good.
T:
Dad, I want Cereal and milk.
Dad:
Look honey, this is our breakfast and as a curtsey to me you’re going to eat it. Plus, it has a lot of nutrition that your body needs.
T:
But, I want cereal and milk. Milk is good for me and cereal is good for me.
Dad:
Okay! What kind?
T:
Bring all of them; I have a little bit of everything.
Dad:
Oh, great!
T:
Thanks, dad.
Dad:
But, I’m mad.
T:
Um, daddy?
Dad:
I don’t, really want to talk right now.
T:
How did the dinosaurs die?
Dad:
Give me a minute so I can mourn the loss of my time.
T:
What dad?
Dad:
It was such a waste of my time to cook for you.
T:
You can eat it yourself.
Dad:
That’s another problem. First, you torment me with your eating; and, I have to eat your leftovers too.
T:
Daddy?
Dad:
I don’t, really want to talk right now.
T:
How did the dinosaurs die?
Dad:
I don’t know.
T:
How am I supposed to learn if you don’t know?
Dad:
There is one theory – that seems logical to me – as to how the dinosaurs became extinct.
T:
What is extinct?
Dad:
Vanished, disappeared from the face of the earth.
T:
How, dad?
Dad:
Do you know what a theory is?
T:
No!
Dad:
A theory is like a guess. It’s a scientific guess. Some scientists believe that a large asteroid hit the planet earth - some 60 million years ago – and killed all the dinosaurs along with all the other animals.
T:
60 million years?
Dad:
 Right, 60-70 million years ago.
T:
Was I born then?
Dad:
  No, it was before us.
T:
Was your father alive?
Dad:
No. It was a long - long – long - time ago.
T:
Was Jesus alive?
Dad:
It was before Jesus.
T:
How many minutes is 60 million years?
Dad:
It would be a huge number; a number with many digits.
T:
What are digits?
Dad:
Digits are numbers. Actually digits are the characters in a number. A thousand is made up of four digits.
T:
A one and three zeroes.
Dad:
Right!
T:
Dad, can we go watch T-Rex again.
Dad:
I am not sure if they still show it.
T:
Dad, can the asteroid hit us again?
Dad:
Asteroids do hit the earth from time to time.
T:
Are you serious dad?
Dad:
But they’re not large enough to cause great harms.
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