Calvinosaurus

It's been some time since I wrote about my favourite six year-old, Calvin.

Like I'd said earlier, I'm still in the middle of volume 2. Though, it is slowly nearing its end. After that just one more volume remains to go before the series ends in a clear white sheet.

These days Calvin has dug up some old junk from his backyard. He has somehow convinced himself that these are priceless fossils of a yet-to-be-discovered dinosaur. He believes that this dinosaur is going to make him rich and famous and get him out of his current drudgery.

But like everything else, he knows somewhere that it is nothing but somebody's picnic junk that he's dug up. He can be very imaginative. The dinosaur he has constructed together with a knife, forks, soda bottle, paper cups and a few cans does look pretty convincing, especially to him.

Hobbes did try to talk some sense into him. But what does he know? He too is nothing but a figment of Calvin's imagination at the end of the day.

It doesn't really matter. Calvin is happy with the new dinosaur he has discovered. That's all that matters. Like everything else in his world, there's no line between fantasy and reality anyway.