“It looks like a pharaoh,” the boy commented.
“Hmm …” the girl leaned her elbows on the display case to take a photo. Dinosaurs weren’t Pharaohs, but her little brother was obsessed with anything Egyptian, so it was easier to agree. Took long enough to drag him out of that wing of the museum and into what she really wanted to see.
“Do you think the pharaohs saw one of these and it gave them the idea?”
She sighed. “There were no dinosaurs left at the time of pharaohs.”
“It’s not what I meant!” His nudge made her take a photo of a piece of plaster instead of the fossil bones. “Maybe they found something like this one.”
“Stop it!” She hissed. They’d be told to leave if they fought.
“Sorry.” He was, only sort of. “Is it called a ‘pharaohsaurus’?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Well, it should!”