Mikey has a best friend named Zach. They have plans to build a dinosaur museum after they become famous paleontologists. Did you know there has never been a complete skeleton found of the Seismosaurus, a Sauropod that may have been the largest dinosaur to walk the earth? Mikey knows, and so does Zach. They plan to unearth the first complete Seismosaurus skeleton and use the reward money (?) to build their museum. On top of supplying and managing the exhibits, they will also be chefs at The Dino Diner, the world’s first and only restaurant inside a museum. (Not really, but I’m not one to crush dreams. I’ll leave that to the high school guidance counselors.)
Zach is funny. Zach is smart. Zach is athletic. Zach likes dinosaurs and BeyBlades and Star Wars. In Mikey’s eyes, Zach can do no wrong except for one thing. He is also best friends with Emma. You know. Emma. And for all his book smarts and analytical skills, Mikey can’t see the draw.
“Mom. Today Emma wanted us to go play on the swings. WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?!”
“Mom. Emma always wants to sit next to Zach, but we can’t work on our museum blueprints with her sitting in the middle!”
“Mom. Emma thinks she knows everything. She doesn’t even listen to me when I tell her she’s wrong.”
One year later, and he still has no clue.
With the school year winding down, there are rumblings of future playdates and trips to dinosaur museums. Zach says he wants to invite both Mikey and Emma, since they are both his best friends. Mikey took the news in stride.