Making a Dinosaur

Yesterday was a tough day at work for me. I was frazzled by end of day, and just needed a Mommy time out. Mark offered to give me some alone time and took Milo to our room to watch baseball after his bath. While this was very sweet of him, I also think he wanted an excuse to watch baseball with his son.

Eight o'clock has come and gone, and I am still hearing shrieks of laughter coming from the bedroom. About 2 minutes later Milo comes tearing down the hallway screaming, "Mommy come quick, Daddy is bones!"

Me: What? Daddy is bones?
Milo: Yup Daddy is bones (taking my hand)
Milo: Come with me, I show you!
Me: Okay, lets go see
Milo: Yeah! Lets go see Daddy bones (and he goes tearing back down the hallway)

I get to our bedroom to find that all of my pillows (6 total) are all in a huge pile in the middle of the bed. Mark is somewhere underneath.

Me: What is going on here?
Milo: (dancing around madly, arms in the air) Daddy is bones, Daddy is bones!
Me: How did Daddy become bones?
Milo: Let me show you. (he proceeds to jump on the bed and lay across the pillows and poor squished Mark
Milo: Now we take all the mud off (proceeds to tear all the pillows off of Mark)
Milo: And look he is not bones anymore!
Mark: (Yawns and opens one eye) Oh it feels so good not to be bones anymore
Milo: Let's make Mommy bones!!!
Me: Okay, how does this work (Mark gives me a knowing smile)
Mark: Lets show Mommy how this works. First Mommy you lay down on the bed.
Me: Got it.
Mark: Then we cover you all up with mud (Milo starts tossing all the pillows atop me with great verve)
Mark: Then we sit on you for a thousand years
Me: What? A thousand years
Milo: To make you into bones Mommy. Watch (and then he jumps on top of the pillows and proceeds to bounce on them to make sure I am turned into bones)
Milo: Then we take all the mud off of you and you are bones.
Milo: (laughing) Mommy is bones! Mommy is bones!
Me: I don't want to be bones anymore
Mark: I agree, we can't have bones laying about the house, who will be the Mommy?
Milo: Hmmm, maybe Finn
Mark: He can't be Mommy, he is too little
Milo: Okay, we will turn you back. Let's put more mud on her.

Back the pillows go, along with more bouncing (which equals squeeze all the air out of me so I cannot breathe) to make sure that I turn back into a Mommy (albeit a breathless one) and I emerged unscathed from my short time of becoming dinosaur bones. Amazing!