Here is Michael’s theory:
“The brachiosaurus bit all the other dinosaurs and put them in a pile (dead). Then he was too big to get down and eat the leaves, so he starved to death. He couldn’t drink, either.”
Michael continues, clapping gleefully, “But wait, Daddy, he could bend his neck down …”
Aron asks, “So how does that play into our theory of extinction?”
Michael, “Poo poo.”
Then Joel says, “Hey, something extincts in here.”
