I have a little pal who enjoys a good solid picture of a dinosaur. I can see the attraction. So earlier today I scoured the internet for photos and found none. Lots of dinosaur skeletons, but when you’re two and a half a photo of the skeleton of your favorite animal is not that much fun. After awhile . . . I hate to admit quite awhile, I remembered that dinosaurs lived before Mr. Eastman Kodak. And not just before, but a long long time before. Like hundreds of millions of years. So that’s why we only have photographs of bones now. sigh. Life is full of misfortunes, but how can you tell that to a small person for whom hundreds of millions of years is just an excuse for disappointment?