There's something on the kitchen counter. I'm thinking it's a shriveled, rotting potato. Not that we usually have that sort of thing on the counter, but that's what I'm thinking. I point at it and ask my wife, “What is that?”

“Elizabeth's rock,” wife deadpans. “She's convinced it's a fossilized dinosaur tooth.”

I just laughed out loud. Of course! Why didn't I see that?!

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