One night, while eating barbecue chicken, Benjamin asked “Papa, what kind of sauce is this on the chicken?”

“It’s Dinosaur Sauce.”

He didn’t believe me, so I had to show him the bottle with the Dinosaur on it.

After a surprised look, “How do you make dinosaur sauce?”

Before I could reply with the answer that any father would tell then young son about the origin of Dinosaur sauce, he pointed his tiny little finger at me with a very serious look on his face and said, “Don’t you kid me…”

He’s very serious when it comes to dinosaurs.