When I was in third grade, I had a project that involved me building a dinosaur using whatever materials I wanted. The morning it was due, I came to my dad crying with no dinosaur in hand. He took me to the fridge, grabbed a large and small potato, some baby carrot sticks, and built a t-rex with toothpicks. I thought it looked dumb, but I brought it to class anyway. I got a creative nod of approval from my teacher and shamelessly took credit for it. I also shot the girl with a papier-mâché dinosaur--one that still had its Made in China sticker--several dirty looks throughout the day. The dinosaurs were on display in the classroom all month, but my teacher had to gingerly ask if mine could be thrown away after the first week because the potatoes began to rot.
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