Brother built (out of pillows, blankies and end tables) a solution to the age old question of what the future may hold.
"Come in my time machine," he said. "It's really fast. I'll steer."
"Mom, hurry!"
"It's time for you to choose or I will have to go without you."
And so I went, of course, but alas, his time machine went backwards.
As it turns out we saw dinosaurs and even brought some back to the house to play. But as brother pointed out -- just the nice ones, of course.
