As we leave our road, we pass by goats. G calls them "baby goats" since there were some this past spring. Yesterday morning, we didn't see any, but then it has been ridiculously hot.
Me: Where are the goats, G?
G: At their daddy's house. They hiding.
Me: Hiding from what?
G: The Sara-Saratops.
We may watch too much Dino Dan.
G: Quick! Get the fire truck!
Me: Fire truck?
G: Yeah! I gonna 'pray that Sara-Saratops!
Well, alrighty then. I guess I can sleep well at night.