Dino Tiger!

My girl is going to be a palaeontologist!

Well, maybe not. And, as I've always said, whatever Tiger wants to be when she is a Bigger Tiger is just fine by me. Doctor, hairdresser, shop assistant, diver, milliner, baker, astronaut, WHATEVER, as long as Tiger is happy, I will be too.

But ...

Daddy Bear really wants her to be a paleontologist. 

Or, at the very least, to Love All Of The Dinosaur Stuff.

Check!

Cackle Mummy took Tiger to the museum today. We've been before, to the Phenomena Factory, and to stare for ages at the water wheel outside, but we were saving the dinosaurs to see with Daddy Bear.

But today, we were naughty.

It was Tiger's fault.

We were passing the dinosaur room and Tiger started kicking her little legs and squealing and Cackle Mummy thought ...

Well, Cackle Mummy didn't really think much at all. The call of the dinosaurs was strong, and Mummy's legs just carried her and Tiger in there. It was beyond Mummy's control. The Ghosts of Dinos Past were just so keen to meet Tiger.

And TIGER DID LOVE ALL OF THE DINOSAURS!

She did her little leg-jig. She squealed. She giggled. She reached out to touch the triceratops. She was in Mini Paleontologist HEAVEN.

Everyone thought she was a bit funny.

And, on the way out, Mummy's legs just happened to carry her to the Museum Shop, where Tiger reached out to the very creature whose bony bits she'd just been delighting in.

We just had to buy him.

Daddy Bear has christened him Michael Cera-tops, and he is Tiger's new favourite.

Tiger might not grow up to be a palaeontologist, but she did lover her some dinos today. And I am revelling in her curiosity about the world. It's magical. It's inspiring. It's Oh So Lovely.

~ Love, Miss Cackle x