Today I met a Dinosaur Polar Bear. Perhaps you have never heard of one. He is a very elusive creature. Freshly bathed and snuggled in new jammies (which, by complete coincidence, have a polar bear on them), he stalks the bedclothes in search of victims in the quickly disappearing moments before bed time. He blends in, letting out only the occasional giggle to strike fear into the hearts of those he stalks, then pounces with an impressive "Raaaaaawwwwr!", leaving his helpless pray unable to defend themselves due to a horrible case of the giggles! He then informs the one he has pounced upon that "You can't get away from me, Mommy! I have big teeth!"
Vicious he is indeed until bedtime is announced, at which time he wraps his arms around Mommy and Baby Brother, planting messy kisses on both, before he leaps down and follows Daddy (on all fours I might add, feet and hands both flat on the floor) down the hall to his room. Dinosaur Polar Bears then relish in a story and prayers before wrapping Daddy up in an equally fierce hug and kiss and bidding him goodnight.
*sigh* All is well in my home this night.