Stand very still

Technically speaking, the boy may not actually be a velociraptor, despite his ability to quickly figure out the weakness in any fortified room-of-fun we set up, seek out danger, and shoot straight for peril.

I should add that he's also not a tyrannosaurus rex. This was the topic of discussion last night. I put him down to sleep at about 8 p.m. Around 9, I went to check that he was, indeed, sleeping and not, in fact, tunneling out with Steve McQueen and Charles Bronson.

As I opened the door, his eyes opened, and he stared right at me. My first instinct was to begin backing slowly out. Had he been a t-rex, I'd be dead now. Fortunately, he's not, and he went back to sleep.

Two hours later, M-N went to check on him, and he opened his eyes again. She froze, remembering the important Jurassic Park rule about the monsters not being able to see you if you stand still (unless they're raptors, b/c then you're screwed either way, I think). But again, he's just a little boy, a tired little boy, so the night ended smoothly and without carnage.