I saw my daughter playing with a toy dinosaur while we were in the kitchen. I went up to her and asked her, “What’s your dinosaur’s name?”. She looked at me curiously. I then asked her, “Is his name George?”
“No, not George,” she replies.
“Is it Phil?” I ask.
“No, not Phil,” she tells me.
“Is it Bob?”
“No, not Bob,” she says shaking her head.
“What is his name?” I ask her again.
She looks at me and clearly says, “Dinosaur.”
“Oh, dinosaur,” I replied. I smiled at her and did a mental facepalm, thinking that I should’ve known that.