So last night I curled up with son number two to read science uncovered magazine with him in bed (it came free with our how it works subscription). "Cool," he said, "dinosaurs."
So I proceeded to read three pages of information which has completely annihilated all my own childhood imaginings.
Apparently they wandered around looking like over grown faverolle chickens! The nasty Jurassic park velociraptors were actually Labrador sized flightless falcons and worst of all the diplodocus was not fat, did not hang his head horizontally and...
had spikes all along its spine!
My dh expressed no sympathy at my dismay, merely recollected the time I laughed at him when he read 'history' magazine and discovered Vikings did not have horns on their hats!
Has anyone else has their illusions shattered by reading too much? I cannot go back in time now, but yearn for my diplodocus of old!