Not an apatosaurus. Or a brontosaurus.

You and I were looking at an image of a dinosaur today, little one.

“It’s an apatosaurus,” I said, though I wanted to say brontosaurus, since that is what it was called when I was a kid.

“No, Daddy,” you said. “It’s a brachiosaurus.”

“No, it’s not,” I said.

“Yes, Daddy. It’s a brachiosaurus.”

And you were right. I looked closer, and it turns out that it was a brachiosaurus. Whatever a brachiosaurus is.

You really like dinosaurs, little one. You really, really do.