We both know I'd follow you anywhere, with or without dinosaurs, so you hush. I however will not deny that they are a decided check in the plus column.
Saying 'you don't need to worry about me'...it's something that our last name makes it hard to believe. Besides, worrying is what we do. I imagine especially you being parents in a place where your children are all here and there are dinosaurs. Maybe this is why you go gray when you get older? Don't worry, you go at it like Mr. Richards, it's a distinguished look.
I'll drop off some waffle-cakes for you anyway, make sure you keep your energy up so things don't go too crazy.
And I think it's a family trait, not getting invited to parties. Maybe April's finally going to break the curse though and we'll be able to start pow-wowing with the local pachycephalosaurus.