Alexander Oscar the Great
conquers Bucharestian Mountain
After playing Saracen for an hour atop the crowded playground "pirate ship" at our favorite afternoon hangout, Giardina Iconoae, our little conqueror grew tired of such small-time acts of intimidation and ran straight up the massive (to him, at least) gravel mountain in the center of the park where he pushed back the hood to his blue and white parka and beat his chest while ROARING loudly enough to awaken all the stray dogs in the vicinity. When I asked him what he was doing, he gave me his "are you stupid?" look, then answered:
"T. Rex, Dada."
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