Fancy edumacation

So this weekend I had a gift certificate to a local bookstore, for a fair amount of cash (ca-ching!) and so we hied ourselves there with the idea to spend it relatively equally between three family members. We bought our son four books, three of which were on dinosaurs and one on general "science" -- a kind of catch-all book that addresses astronomy, plant / animal life, cells / molecules, and energy. Age appropriate, for the most part. 

Lately The Boy has been thrilled about dinosaurs, stomping around the house and roaring. We hadn't bothered to get him any books -- I don't even know where this came from, to be honest -- but he is totally besotted with them, and pretends he's a Tyrannosaurus almost every day. Anyway I figured he should find out exactly what a Tyrannosaurus IS.

So Sunday morning on the way for breakfast out, my son looked up and me and said, "Mommy, dinosaur means "terrible lizard" in Greek!". And this morning, he pointed to a picture of DNA for his father and declared "Daddy, this is DNA. It's inside me."

I kind of wonder if we've done him a favour or just made the first forays into ultimate geekhood.

But the good news is that one of the books is SO scientific that there's even a picture of the dinosaur ... er ... relieving itself. And we are relieved ourselves (ha!) to know he's just a three year old because he just cannot get enough of the dinosaur pooping.