BLUE DINOSAUR STICKERS

My son, who really is an archaeologist, would not like that I called this image a 'pterodactyl.' Sorry, son. It's the best I can do, and it is in honour of a really odd occurrence. This is true: For a couple of weeks, I heard a booming, baritone, male voice screaming from my brain (the left parietal lobe, to be exact), and the words he bellowed were, "THE PTERODACTYL'S IN THE GARAGE!!!!!!!" A brain tumour has been ruled out, so the docs started looking at me like I was schizoid. Well, the voice kept declaring the same thing over and over... until one day, no more voice. And now, I miss that little Pterodactyl-in-the-Garage, and this image is in its honour. Dear little ptero. (P.S. I still don't think I'm crazy. But I guess that's what they all say.)