Dinosaur droppings. In case anyone was wondering, they're as dino-sized as one might expect. Not really what I anticipated on a tour of a park guaranteed to be a disaster, but interesting all the same.
I also find it interesting that in these dreams I have three kids - here, I only have one that I know of. It's something to be thankful for as I take headache medicine with my coffee this morning - last night Kelly slammed her bedroom door in my face, yet yelled at me through it for a good twenty or so minutes about how I don't understand her. This is all because, as I can recall, I asked her to take out the trash.
Hormones and mood swings are killer at this age. It's like I need battle gear in my own house.