“Mama? What are fossils?”
I have no idea. I mean, I have some idea. I know they are proof, that it’s hardened sand or rock, prints captured. I try to explain this, hoping I’m right. “Fossils? Well, do you know how when we go to the beach you can see your footprints in the sand?” I feel like I want to say something about petrified rock and sedimentary rock, but I resist, mostly because I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
“Yeah.”
“Well, fossils are like footprints that have been captured from a long time ago.”
“…”
“Does that make any sense?”
“Mama, Joshua got his fossils taken out today.”