When my second child was an infant, my oldest was 3. I was changing the
baby's diaper, and he was crying. My oldest was watching and listening
carefully, as usual, when I said to the baby, "Maybe you wouldn't be
so cranky if you didn't get up at the crack of dawn". I guess I said
it quite quickly, because my little boy asked me, "What kind of
dinosaur is a
Crackadon?"
