They are everywhere. On the WFH desk, the dining table, the living room sofa. They peek out from obscure corners, eyes watching our every move. They are in the books being devoured, in the fossils being meticulously unearthed with the best friend from the neighbourhood, who is constantly reminded of the finer points of prehistoric life she’s unaware of. They are in the sun catchers shimmering with fresh coats of paint and in the movies and web series playing on an endless loop, every detail being memorised.

For him, this truly is the summer of the dinosaurs, and his dad is savouring every moment of it.