After promising Berry at least 38 times that the fibreglass dinosaurs weren't real, had never been real and couldn't become real, we headed to Gartenschau Kaiserslautern for a day in the sun after a week of rain.
Unlike their dinosaur-encyclopedia-reading cousins, our kids aren't real big on the nitty-gritty of prehistoric life, so there was a fair bit of joyous quadruped-climbing before we found the German sign that said (of course) Don't Ride The Dinosaurs.
The kids had their favourites – Triceratops and Seismosaurus – but mine by far and away was this guy:
Just, you know, stalking the rear carpark and the warehouse on his day off.
Urban dinosaurs. Now that's a park I'd like to see.
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