Naughty Mr. Dinosaur

Henry loves his dinosaurs.  Specifically his T-Rexs.  I wrote before about the Grandma dinosaur with the booboo on its side, but Santa also brought him a big T-Rex for Christmas.  That has been his new obsession lately.  It's kind of taken on the life of Henry's alter ego and is responsible for all of Henry's evil deeds.  If Henry is accused of making a mess in the living room, he points out that Mr. Dinosaur has done it.  If Henry spills his spaghetti on the floor, he assures me that Mr. Dinosaur is responsible.  Usually, Mr. Dinosaur is kind enough to apologize with a deep voiced, "saw-see, mommy" but one day, he was being particularly naughty and Henry decided that Mr. Dinosaur's apologies just weren't enough.  So he got sent to time out.  I cannot describe to you how darling it is to see a 2 year old put a dinosaur into a chair in the corner and tell it that it has to sit there until it is ready to follow directions and listen to mommy.  Three times Henry sent Mr. Dinosaur to time out that day.  And he hasn't misbehaved since.