Me: Are you using all your senses to observe that rock?

Girl: Well, I used my sense of smell and this rock smells like baby blood.

…what?

Boy: So, when do you guys vote on how the dinosaurs went extinct?

Me: Vote?  What?

Boy: So maybe they died from a meteor, maybe they died from a drought.  When do you get to vote on what you think?

…is he talking about going to SVP?  Is there a ballot I should have received?

Boy 1: Isn’t it true that some rocks are dinosaur poop?

Me: Yeah, the fossilized poop is called a coprolite.

Boy 1: Did you bring any of those rocks with you?

Me: No, I didn’t.

Boy 2: But how do dinosaurs poop rocks?  Doesn’t it hurt their butthole?

Boy: I love this feather; I would take this feather to a dinner and a movie.

Boy: I’ve been having really bad thoughts lately…

Mom: About what?

Boy: Lava.

Boy 1 (sticks his nose inside turtle shell and inhales deeply): the inside of this smells exactly like under my bed.

Boy 2: …what?  How many turtles do you have under your bed?

Boy 1: 2 live ones and probably 3 dead ones.

(after a 15 minute intro. of what we do at the Museum and what our research entails)

Boy: So, do you have a magic show in that case or what?

Ta-da!